The council is frustrated. Jupiteran cities are in danger that no one can even comprehend. Plutonium Dragon - a guest no one asked for is coming. And if something goes wrong, a disaster of planetary scale.

Sponge called Buns is sitting in his room in front of his monitors... "It's your responsibility"—Words are echoing in his head. "But what can I do? What if Endy dislikes our bread? What if everything's over? We can't evacuate everyone from Jupiter... Only that is what I've got."

The weird object that appeared (like magically) right in front of me when I was in deep thought some time ago. Something that looked like... a business card? It says "Jack of all trades. The cost is subject to agreement. Refunds are accepted". It won't be as weird, but the photo... No matter how you look at it, it's a child. Oh, and there's also the handwritten (in a hurry, with a felt-tip pen) "CALL HIM". What have I done to deserve this? Okay, it's 776-555-3449, name is Apollo. Isn't it Earth's phone number? I sent a call through the computer. Our technologies allow us to transmit signals faster than light, but there's no suitable receiver on Earth, so it's usually done in an old-fashioned electromagnetic way. After a while, the connection is established.

Robotic voice: "Good day, it's Apollo's autosecretary you are speaking with. Apollo can't come at the moment. Please describe your trouble, and you'll receive feedback as soon as it is possible." "Uh, umm. It's hard to say as it is, but it's a Plutonium Dragon. He's threatening Jupiter. We are in severe danger!" Beeps. The other side hung up. "Shit! I knew that it was a scam..."—I tousle my hair. A few minutes later, though, another call. A video call, to be precise. This time from the superlight line. I accept it (not that I have anything more to do). The video starts, and there is that exact boy. I even rub my eyes. Apollo: "Jupiter? I can't even believe that I was missing an entire civilization there!" "Ugh... Err... What?" To be continued