Determined to see what lay beneath the tungsten armor, the construction company brought in an industrial crane to hoist the mysterious boulder onto a flatbed truck. The crew wrapped thick, heavy-duty steel rigging cables around the center of the heavy ball. The crane engine strained, its cables pulling taut as the boulder slowly lifted off the ground. It rose one foot. Two feet. Three feet.
Without warning, a sharp sound like a rifle shot echoed across the canyon. One of the primary steel cables snapped under the immense, unnatural weight. The boulder crashed back down onto the hard-packed dirt of the clearing. The violent impact exploited a natural geological fault line running straight through the tungsten crust. With a thunderous crack, the heavy metallic outer shell split cleanly in half like a giant walnut. The workers rushed forward, the squelch of their boots hitting the wet dirt giving way to a collective gasp.
As the two tungsten halves fell away, they revealed a flawless, glossy, pitch-black interior that gleamed like a dark mirror in the sun.