[From the final chapter of 2001 by Arthur C Clarke]

STAR-CHILD

There before him, a glittering toy no Star-Child could resist,
floated the planet Earth with all its peoples.

He had returned in time.
Down there on that crowded globe,
the alarms would be flashing across the radar screens,
the great tracking telescopes would be searching the skies -
and history [as it had hitherto been known] would be drawing to a close.

A thousand miles below, 
he became aware that a slumbereing cargo of death had awoken, 
and was stirring sluggishly in its orbit.
The feeble energies it contained were no possible menace to him;
but he preferred a cleaner sky.
He put forth his will, and the circling megatons flowered in a silent
detonation that brought a brief false dawn to half the sleeping globe.

Then he waited, marshalling his thoughts and 
brooding over his still untested powers.
For though he was master of the world, he was not quite sure what to do next.

But he would think of something.

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Transcribed for the Undesirable Propagation Unit.