Ned Ryder studied lost monsters. The modern label, cryptozoology was a flimsy profession in world of camcorders and digital photography, but Ned soon found himself with a fairway pass to the icy arctic where a special sort of giant slept after its long trip across a vast ocean of starlight. He gazed upon the hulking heap of otherworldly metal, a damaged vessel, but the first proof that something more than our little rock buzzed about in the void.