Ragnarok by moonlight

An object falls from the sky. How to respond?
Obviously, it is an evil god, to be worshipped "by staying away."
Of course, it is a meteorite, easily explained by modern scientific methods.
Two world views - the sacred and the profane.
One is a story to tell around the camp fire - or in a warm bar - over a mug of ale.
The other, a question in need of an answer and a paper in need of publication in a respectable scientific journal, to be shelved in a forgotten corner of the library, gathering dust as it is read by no one.
The locals are not American and will not be persuaded or bought; too superstitious to want anything to do with disturbing an evil god.
Fortunately, not all the Norsemen are Norwegian. One was "born and raised in Pensacola" and will go as soon as a price is agreed.
All religious faith, we are told, is but the living of life by superstition. There is no desire in the Norsemen to discover what it really is that fell from the sky. They choose to allow their superstition to keep them in ignorance.
The Americans, with their faith placed firmly in the science that will provide them answers, literally go crashing into the dark. And death follows with them.
What they find is a naval vessel on board which "Time got lost!"
But, of course, it isn't possible to lose time. It is, after all, a "universal invariant." (cf. Pilot)
With no ready answers to hand, the scientism begins to slip. Captain Barclay's death is "more than rapid aging… It's almost as if he's turning into a pillar of salt." It seems nobody told him not to look back!
Surely, there must be a prevailing theory? Free radicals! They just want to connect. Oh, and steal an electron. Useful for neutralising viruses and bacteria, they can, however, get rowdy and the party ends with the house destroyed.
But, nope, it's not them! It's in the water!
The guy from Pensacola was wrong. Sure, first it was one thing, then another and, boy, are these two full of theories? But, they figured it out before they died.
Knowledge is good, it staves off ignorance. Demands a high price, though. Twenty-seven people die!
Those Norsemen, too superstitious to put to sea? They're safely back in Tildeskan, downing another round of ale as they listen to the stories of the sea. Whatever they believe in, it no longer requires human sacrifice. The days of offering up entire enemy armies to Odin are long past.
The worshippers at the altar of science scoff and ridicule those who retain some belief in the old stories. Look at the death and destruction lying in the wake of the good ship Religion, they say!
Of course, we can't look at the bodies of those who died at Hiroshima and Nagasaki, for like the aliens, their bodies disappeared upon death!
Where's Tildeskan? I fancy an ale!

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