Four Thousand Kilometers Over Jupiter

Prompted flash fiction: a wind chime, a spider, Jupiter

I named the spider Billy. I was supposed to kill him—sacrifice is the term in the experimental protocol—after the experiment was complete, but I didn’t want to. I didn't even finish the experiment.

Why bother? Whatever electromagnetic event wiped out comms with the transport ship took out my exterior cams too, so I’ve been flying blind for two weeks, whi…