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Brushfire on Europa
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Theo wanted to drill a clean window in the ice so they could finally see what was glowing. Priya held the controls. "One careful hole," she agreed. "We look, we don't touch." They lined up the drill over the brightest patch of blue.
The instant the drill touched the ice, every light below snapped off. The ocean went black and silent. "We scared it," Theo whispered. They pulled the drill back and waited in the dark. After a long hour the lights flickered on again, brighter than before, and pulsed three slow times. Forgiven.
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