Four Thousand Kilometers Above Jupiter

Flash Fiction

Jupiter. I guess. I’ve never been there. Jim’s Shorts. Photo by Planet Volumes on Unsplash

I named the spider Billy. I was supposed to kill him — sacrifice is the term in the experimental protocol — after the experiment was complete, but I didn’t want to. I didn’t even finish the experiment.

Why bother? Whatever electromagnetic event wiped out comms with the transport ship took out my exterior cams too, so I’ve been flying blind for two…