The ensign dumped an armload of readouts onto the desk. "Here are the projections, sirt. The first data on an extra-universal object, receding from the edges of our own universe just faster than our borders are expanding, perpendicular to our rotational vector."
"Are there any visualizations?"
"Well, the near surface appears concave and curved along the edges, a bit like a lens seen edge-on, but there are implications that further along, it resolves into more of a linear form-"
"It's a spoon," said the president.
"Er, a bit, yes."
"Well, let me know if you spot any incoming lips."
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