Also, I need to make an outdoor shed for the potatoes. I can’t just pile them up outside. The next major storm would cause the Great Martian Potato Migration.
Resistors heat up. It’s what they do.
My master’s degree in botany makes me pretty sure plants need wet dirt to grow in.
I may as well yell toward Earth for all the good that damned thing will do me.
I need some encouragement. I need to ask myself, “What would an Apollo astronaut do?
Commander Lewis, be advised I’ll publicly refute it. I’m sure the rest of the crew will do the same. Also, please tell them that each and every one of their mothers is a prostitute. – Watney.
Snowblowers are expensive,” he used to say. “You’re free.” Once, I tried to appeal to my mom. “Don’t be such a wuss,” she suggested.
The human brain works hard to abstract that out.
Well, I didn’t die.
During the trip I’ll need to breathe, eat, and drink.
Interesting that the ship didn’t automatically eject them as they became empty. I dismiss the window and return to the main ship map.
I don’t even know who’ll read this. I guess someone will find it eventually. Maybe a hundred years from now.
You got me,” she said. “He left a detailed status report. I just decided to lie for no reason.
In space, no one can hear you scream like a little girl.
Funny,” Venkat said. “Be a smart-ass to a guy seven levels above you at your company. See how that works out.” “Oh no,” Mindy said. “I might lose my job as an interplanetary voyeur? I guess I’d have to use my master’s degree for something else.” “I remember when you were shy.” “I’m space paparazzi now. The attitude comes with the job.” “Yeah, yeah,” Venkat said. “Just send the e-mail.” “Already sent.
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But oxygen’s easier to find on Mars than you might think. The atmosphere is 95 percent CO2. And I happen to have a machine whose sole purpose is liberating oxygen from CO2. Yay, oxygenator!
I learned about Sanford and Son from Lewis’s collection. Seriously, that woman needs to see someone about her seventies problem.
Why would New Zealand pay a bunch of money to help Africa?” I asked. “Because we’re nice,” Redell said.
The only way to get all twenty-eight on the roof was to make stacks so high they’d fall off the first time I turned. If I lashed them together, they’d fall off as a unit. If I found a way to attach them perfectly to the rover, the rover would tip. I didn’t even bother to test. It was obvious by looking, and I didn’t want to break anything.