Hot Jupiter

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Hot Jupiter "Why, oh why, did I volunteer for this?" Dytis cried out moments before the jump. He looked down at the swirling clouds of the gas giant. The shapes and swirls were mesmerising, like an endless cup of latte and him being the sugar cube ready to dip inside. Hope he wasn't gonna dissolve like it, though. The trajectory had been calculated down to the last second. The release was automated, but he did hold the abort button in his gloved hand. Actually, calling it a 'glove' was being generous. His suit was a rigid submarine around him in a vaguely human shape. He didn't have any mobility, not that he wanted to sacrifice the protection for it. This was gonna be a bumpy ride. "Ten seconds till the jump," his suit said. Dytis gulped. He could still abort. He could still walk aw

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