Suddenly the missile was in flight, racing to its predetermined destination.  I stood still and watched with bated breath, and the world and time stood still too, as I saw in my mind's eye the pilot and crew, tense and dreading what they had to do, yet determined to carry out their duty.  With a mental shrug I told myself not to be so silly, anyone could see that the missile was an unmanned model.

Yet the illusion persisted, as the missile flashed across my range of vision, with its metallic nose shining and tapering to a fine point.  Behind, of different material, the three fins swept sharply backward to hold the missile true in flight.