In the Cauldron
I like to live. I’m funny that way.
The problem: dropping out of hyperspace into a pulsar system with no engines and a dead bridge crew. The small life-pods are death-traps in a system like this.
I must convince the other passengers to stay with the ship and get the engines running. Before we lose all power. Before the ship makes a fatal encounter with a pulsar jet.
Before time runs out.
A suspense science fiction short story.
