I take one last leak before putting on the grabsuit. It's a bulky affair, one hundred kilos of insulation and life support and reinforcing. With it on I look less like a human being and more like a big silver starfish, studded with hooks and fitted with the belay line. Jules and Scrubby check me out and give me the okay sign. They evacuate the hold, and I stand on the grabship's poop-chute. The door opens and I drop out into hard space, falling towards the surface of Jupiter.
I don't know how I let people talk me into doing these things. First it was deep sea diving in Europa, and I almost got sucked into a tidal votex through one of the holes in the rotten ice. Then it was free-boosting our way around the asteroid ring, jumping from planetoid to planetoid without a spaceship for protection. My suit got holed the very first week and I had to struggle along for the rest of the year hoping the patch would hold. Then this grabbling thing came along, and Jules was like, oh, this time'll be different, you're going to love it, it's the biggest rush ever. I should have said no, I'm going back to Mars and I'm going to get a job and raise a family and quit chasing the next big thrill.
But I didn't say no. Instead, here I am at the end of a belay cable, falling into the largest planet in the solar system. They let me drop for most of the distance, and the salmon and orange and brown swirls in the upper atmosphere rise up to greet me. The belay starts to apply some braking so that I won't bounce when I hit the cloud interface. Somewhere in there, in the roaring winds and the upwelling chromophores, is a whiskerer. And I'm supposed to catch it.
With my bare hands.
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I don't know how I let people talk me into doing these things. First it was deep sea diving in Europa, and I almost got sucked into a tidal votex through one of the holes in the rotten ice. Then it was free-boosting our way around the asteroid ring, jumping from planetoid to planetoid without a spaceship for protection. My suit got holed the very first week and I had to struggle along for the rest of the year hoping the patch would hold. Then this grabbling thing came along, and Jules was like, oh, this time'll be different, you're going to love it, it's the biggest rush ever. I should have said no, I'm going back to Mars and I'm going to get a job and raise a family and quit chasing the next big thrill.
But I didn't say no. Instead, here I am at the end of a belay cable, falling into the largest planet in the solar system. They let me drop for most of the distance, and the salmon and orange and brown swirls in the upper atmosphere rise up to greet me. The belay starts to apply some braking so that I won't bounce when I hit the cloud interface. Somewhere in there, in the roaring winds and the upwelling chromophores, is a whiskerer. And I'm supposed to catch it.
With my bare hands.
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