Return to Ganymede

As he stepped into the sun, a car dropped down to ped level and glid to a halt in front of him. He couldn’t move a muscle. A fizzing spluttering energy-beam started to snake ravenously toward him, searching him out. “Hello, smart guy,” grinned the ape behind the gun. The beam groped blindly. If it made contact he would be atomized. It did. He was. The car eased back into the flow of traffic and sauntered off.