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Brushfire on Europa

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The drill bit punched through the last layer of ice. The glow rushed up the bore hole like water finding a crack, flooding the tunnel with light. Priya's instruments screamed. Whatever was down there now knew exactly where she was.

Alarms blared as the glow surged up through the tunnel and shorted out her pod. The screens died one by one. In the dark, Priya grabbed her emergency beacon and ran for the surface hatch, the blue light chasing close behind her.

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Priya burst through the surface hatch onto the ice, beacon blazing. The blue light spilled out behind her, then stopped at the edge of the hole, unable to leave the water. It hovered there, glowing softly, almost sad to see her go. She caught her breath and realized it had never wanted to hurt her at all.

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