Destination—Death

Two astronauts land on the frozen hell of Uranus, seeking a fortune in kronalium. What they find is each other, and that may be more dangerous than the killing cold. Bart Caxton and his companion face a world where temperatures plummet beyond imagination, equipment fails, and survival demands impossible choices. When desperation mounts and supplies dwindle, the line between partner and predator blurs. Peacock writes with the relentless pacing of a man who knows every sentence must pull its weight, and the result is a lean, brutal tale that treats its alien setting not as backdrop but as active antagonist. The ice of Uranus doesn't just kill slowly it strips away pretense, leaving only what humans really are when the mathematics of survival reduce to simple, ugly equations. This is pulp science fiction at its honest core: adventure wearing the mask of speculation, with the always-fertile question of whether we can trust the person beside us when the universe is trying to kill us both.