Moons of Capella

It's almost midnight, and we are still here, wondering why there was a bite on the apple. There are simply no scientific explanations for what just happened. Everything was out of control. The apple, with a bite out of it, was now rotting way quicker than it should. 

"Maybe whatever ate the apple left traces of it on the apple. And the thing must be corrosive or something, causing the apple to rot so quickly," one of my colleagues suggested. 

"It's a wild guess, but I have a feeling that an alien ate the apple," I said. An awkward silence filled the room. All of us have been trying to avoid this topic for a long time, and none of us wanted to admit that aliens might be real. 

"We need to face the problem. We can't just run away from it forever, right?" Dr. Nakia agreed with me. Suddenly, I thought of something and ran to the nearest computer. I opened the file I had been updating for years. One of the cases I found had the exact problem we were facing right now. It didn't have a whole lot of information, but it did have the information that I need. 

"It's time for Plan 328," I said firmly.