The Chief Astrologer summoned me to the mothership. I could feel its mass as my shuttle neared. We’ve known since we became a starfaring civilization that astrology is just gravitation.

“This preindustrial world,” she pointed at the display, “that we’re trying to influence. You chose the asteroid to fly by it?” I nodded meekly.

“Well, we certainly ‘influenced’ it. That ‘asteroid’ turned out to be a comet, the brightest in centuries, and now there are riots in the streets!”

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