Descending On A Gas Giant
‘Remember Jupiter?” he heard his friend ask.
“Yes, that was nothing compared to this. At least we knew what we were mining for there.”
“Tell the base to abort in 2 years, in case we don’t find anything.”
Tox spoke into the wireless to his superintendent. He remembered that moment clearly, years later.
“We are not here for mining, Tox. We are here to terraform and colonize.”
Tox remembered the look in all his colleagues’ eyes. Even today, they remember that haunting look. As they looked down inside the gas giant planet, they knew something had certainly gone wrong, somewhere.
From Guest Contributor Debarun Sarkar
Debarun sleeps, eats, reads, smokes, drinks, labors, and occasionally writes stories and submits them. Recent works have appeared or are forthcoming in Visitant, Off the Coast, The Opiate, Aainanagar, Rat’s Ass Review, Cerebration, and here at A Story in 100 Words, among others. He can be reached at debarunsarkar.wordpress.com
Previously appeared in Friday Flash Fiction.
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