[ WP ] Time travel exists , and a new form of capital punishment is introduced : Transporting the convict back to the worst , practically unsurvivable , places in human history to find yourself in . You are such a convict , and just got sent back . You will do anything to try and survive .

The Jupiter Code 
 
 I must have stared at that red light for an entire lifetime, waiting for it to go green. I counted the seconds as the man before me disappeared into the icy darkness. He must be there by now. What's taking him so long to die? Green. I stood frozen in time, thinking longingly of the stranger who only moments prior had lurched forward, having finally accepted his fate. I thought about the man behind me and wondered whether he was thinking the same about me. My eyes were gripped on the cubicle in front and the red luminescent keypad. My conscience felt groped by its pull. There was a cough. A shuffling of anticipated feet. I moved my hand to the buttons. The shaking was unbearable. 033035093. The white box remained still, silent but I knew it had understood. I closed my eyes and placed my leg into the box. Then I and it; we played the waiting game. 
 
 The note you have just read was sent to me by a survivor of The Jupiter Code, who I now presume to be dead. In the year 2083, there came a breakthrough in the field of quantum teleportation. A group of scientists worked together on a project to transport cargo across vast distances by utilising quantum mechanics, but they were having problems. Liquid's could not be transported. When a simple liquid such as Water was placed into the machine, it was reported that at the other end the glass would arrive but the Water would not. You can see how this would be a problem, when you consider that Water is essential for sustaining life. The scientists worked for three years, adapting the technology until one day they cracked it. It did not require something as complicated as an understanding of quantum physics for it to work. Only the initial science required that. The solution was to encase the liquids in a material which mimicked the properties of the liquid they would be sending. So effectively, to send water you would encase it in a block of ice. No one is still quite sure why this works, but we think it has something to do with the liquid's losing energy during transportation because the bonds between the molecules are weaker. The problem is worse for the transportation of gases, because they ca n't be encased in liquids. As of yet, the gas problem has not been solved. 
 
 Now, once a solution had been found it was only natural that the scientists would want to experiment with a live object, and who better than a laboratory mouse. They set up the machine at either end of the lab and placed the mouse in the first cubicle, before entering the coordinates of the second cubicle. There was silence. Someone blinked. The mouse arrived at the second cubicle. It was dead. However the liquid content of the mouse's body was completely intact, so you can probably understand why the scientists popped open the champagne that night. No thought was spared for the mouse, who gave its life for the advancement of science. Nothing apart from an experiment two days later which determined that the mouse had died from asphyxiation. The gas it used to breathe was literally torn from its body. Many further experiments also failed, and the project was deemed suitable only for the transportation of cargo. Infact, the transportation of anything said to be ‘ living' was decided to be tantamount to murder, and was therefore made illegal. 
 
 However, this is now 2098 and illegal is a very loose term when it comes to the judicial system. A cubicle was installed in every maximum security prison on the planet, and prisoners who were on death row were taken to ‘ The Room' where they would line up before entering the coordinates of a place that would bring about their untimely demise. There were prisoners who tried to outsmart the system by entering alternative codes, which did not work. There were prisoners who refused to enter the code, knowing that only suicide kept the process within a legal framework. If anyone else entered the code, it would be classed as murder. There were even prisoners who were brilliant detectives, and who realised that the process could n't work unless there was a cubicle on the other end. But how could anyone have possibly transported a cubicle to Jupiter? The gravity would tear any living thing to shreds. 
 
 This is where I believe my letter writing friend comes in. He wilfully walked into the possibility of his own death because he knew that there was more to the cubicle's than the world at large was being told. He knew that the scientists had fixed the gas transportation problem, and that maybe there was a colony of humans living on Jupiter comprised of ex-con's who had been frightened out of their senses by the prospect of death. But what if he was wrong? It was a 50/50 chance, and he was headed to the room anyway. Better not to fight it. When you're dead, you're dead right? It just so happens that I'm also on death row, and I'd very much like to find out what's beyond the cream cubicle wall. In fact, I'm the guy behind the letter writer. I wonder if the guy behind me is thinking the same. Probably not. Oh well I might as well enjoy my final steps. I punch in the code that we all know so well. 033035093. I see the light flash red as I cross the threshold and know that it is too late to turn back. I blink. What is this place... 

