As usual, I’m working with stuff that was deliberately designed not to burn. But no amount of careful design by NASA can get around a determined arsonist with a tank of pure oxygen.
Yes, of course duct tape works in a near-vacuum. Duct tape works anywhere. Duct tape is magic and should be worshiped.
If ruining the only religious icon I have leaves me vulnerable to Martian vampires, I’ll have to risk it.
Also, I have duct tape. Ordinary duct tape, like you buy at a hardware store. Turns out even NASA can’t improve on duct tape.
I guess you could call it a “failure”, but I prefer the term “learning experience”.
I need to ask myself, ‘What would an Apollo astronaut do?’ He’d drink three whiskey sours, drive his Corvette to the launchpad, then fly to the moon in a command module smaller than my Rover. Man those guys were cool.
If you want to play it safe all the time, go join an insurance company.
Live Another Sol would be an awesome name for a James Bond movie.
I’m getting pretty good at this. Maybe when all this is over I could be a product tester for Mars rovers.
Blissfull unconsiousness became foggy awareness which transitioned into painful reality.
Well, it is a photo taken from orbit,” Mindy said. “The NSA enhanced the image with the best software they have.” “Wait, what?” Venkat stammered. “The NSA?” “Yeah, they called and offered to help out.
Life is amazingly tenacious. They don’t want to die any more than I do.
The planet’s famous red color is from iron oxide coating everything. So it’s not just a desert. It’s a desert so old it’s literally rusting.