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The Maretian - Kris Overstreet



Mark Watney is stranded- the only human on Mars. But he's not alone- five astronauts from a magical kingdom are shipwrecked with him.

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Sol 349

AMICITAS FLIGHT THREE – MISSION DAY 354

ARES III SOL 349

[08:07] HERMES: Good morning, Mark and everyone else. A bit of news: the vice-president won the election last night, so we have four more years of an administration firmly committed to the Mars mission. He mentioned you in his victory speech- all of you, not just Mark, as an example of the future possibilities awaiting mankind.

NASA says they’re sorry they didn’t get you a ballot, but they weren’t confident enough on the bandwidth so soon after the comms blackout to get you the legally required ballot file format. But between you, me, and Annie Montrose, I gather NASA was happier not taking a risk that your rescue might be even more politicized than it already is.

[08:34] WATNEY: No big deal. I didn’t exactly have much chance to closely examine the issues. But I better get the chance to vote twice in the next election.

[09:01] HERMES: You’re from Chicago, Mark. You vote at least twice in every election anyway.

[09:26] WATNEY: Hey! That’s a cruel and hurtful thing to say to a person who’s been horribly deprived of political speeches for over a year. Over a year with no bloviating, false promises, or toxic narcissism. A man could go mad.

[09:53] HERMES: A lot of words, but I don’t see you denying it, Mark.

[10:19] WATNEY: No, but it’s still hurtful.

“Election?” Cherry Berry asked. “You mean, like that time when Boss Hogg… well, whatever?”

“Don’t you have elections in Ponyland?” Mark asked. “I mean, not for princesses, because you don’t vote for princesses, but other offices?”

Cherry shrugged. “We have a… er… every once in a while every city and town in the land sends someone to the capital for a long meeting to discuss important stuff. There’s a lot of talking, and then everyone goes home and the princesses do what needs to be done. And we have mayors, but usually nobody wants the job, so whoever has it is stuck with it.”

“Nobody wants to be elected?” Mark asked.

“Mark, we don’t have Boss Hoggs in Ponyland,” Starlight Glimmer said. “Well, we kind of do, but not because they got elected. Mayors mainly do paperwork and perform ceremonies, and that’s about all. Only a pony with a government cutie mark would be interested.”

“What about the other races?” Mark asked.

“The griffons barely have a government at all,” Starlight said.

“Yeah,” Fireball rumbled. “It’s mostly people trying to find other people to give them a bribe.”

“It’s not that bad anymore!”

“Heh. Dragons have a lord. You do what she says, or else. But mostly we keep to ourselves. No cities, no services, no government.”

“That’s all silly stuff,” Dragonfly said. “We changelings have a nice stable democracy.”

Three ponies and a dragon all snorted. “Democracy??” Spitfire gasped. “You know what word mean?”

“Yes. I’m surprised that you do.”

“Picked it up from TV. But you have queen. Absolute ruler, power of life and death, sort of thing.”

“But it’s a democracy. If a queen gets too old, or when a daughter challenges for the throne, all changelings stand with one or the other. If the queen loses…”

“You’re Chrysalis’s daughter,” Mark pointed out. “Looking for a promotion when-“

“NO!!” Dragonfly jumped away from the worktable where she’d been sitting. “Being the queen is hard work! Dangerous work! And not one bit of fun! You’d have to be crazy to want to be queen!”

“Bing-bong,” Spitfire sang quietly.

“But all this ballots and office-holders and stuff?” Dragonfly said, waving a perforated hoof dismissively. “That’s just wasted time and effort. Why would people go to all that trouble for a thankless job any idiot could do?”

Mark opened his mouth, closed it, and muttered, “Maybe it’s just a human thing.”

“Earth needs more princesses,” Starlight Glimmer said.

“For the eighty-seventh time,” Mark sighed, “it does not.”

Author's Note:

Got to bed at 1 AM last night, up again at 6, drive to Houston, work, load friend's van, finish unloading friend's van into house at 10:30 PM.

This is what I have time or energy for, but it's not quite pointless filler. I threw this in as a marker for time passing on Earth. And why not a mention of the election (although with zero details to speak of)?

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