The golden sphere floated a hundred yards across the sky.

He knelt above the golden sphere, turned it with his long artist's fingers.

The girl's eyes did not waver from his as she held out the golden sphere.

She reached into the folds of her cloak and brought out the golden sphere.

It came from the golden sphere in the girl's hand.

The golden sphere was dull as lead, its beauty gone.

And the golden sphere was gone, fast as light it vanished.

They put on dark glasses and finally made out a golden sphere at the heart of all the activity.

All their weapons are pointed away from the golden sphere.

So this golden sphere was constructed, holding within it the best of all the science we had ever known.