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Translated from the Chinese by Mu Hai. It’s a hassle to bring a gun to Pluto, I know. But it wasn’t until I found Old Yan’s body that I realized how big of a hassle it really was. During the space-security check, the security officer said, “Contraband! You realize gunpowder has oxidizers? It’ll fire even in a vacuum!” Like scolding a country bumpkin on their first space trip—and, truth be told, I was exactly that. “This Colt has been with me for many years, never leaving my side.” I removed the magazine, cleared the chamber, indicating there were no bullets.