Fraser's ship was pursued by a military missile. Her sensors picked up the target. At any second, she could overtake them - and Fraser and Lorraine, along with their ship, would disappear in a cloud of bright steam. The thick veil of the atmosphere of Jupiter, which lay directly ahead, could cover Fraser's ship. But the chances of burning as soon as they collided with it were no less than a thousand to one. Even if they survived the impact, there was no return. Instead of a quick, merciful death, a slow death from hunger and thirst awaited them. Fraser had no more than a second to choose. He chose and sent his ship straight to Jupiter.

Contents: The choice of death, translation from English by T. Minyashin Corridors of time, translation from English by A. Soloviev

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