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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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Sols 402-403

MISSION LOG – SOL 402

Seventy four point three kilometers!

For any of you diligent, detail-obsessed future historians who would never skip a bunch of entries looking for the good bits, the above number is the distance traveled, according to the rover computer, from leaving the Hab this morning to when we pulled back up to the rover charging station with power levels reading 4%, three and a quarter hours later.

Sirius 5C is in the books as an unqualified success, and we’re celebrating with… goddamn hay and fucking potatoes, because that’s all we have left to celebrate with. But we’re still celebrating, because today is a major milestone.

It’s about 3200 kilometers from here to Schiaparelli. If we made seventy kilometers every sol, we’d get to the MAV in forty-six sols. Even allowing for losses of time or power due to elevation changes or obstacles, that gets us there with plenty of time to modify the MAV and make our Sol 551 rendezvous with Hermes.

To make things even better, Starlight came up with a brilliantly simple fix that will let her turn some crystals into heating elements for the cave farm. Right now, without the pony life support, the sole source of heat for the cave is the solar relay crystals… which, obviously, don’t work at night. So if you make the additional heating elements light-sensitive, they’ll run at night but not during the day, keeping temperatures in the cave more stable and preventing overnight freezing. It’s not as good as a thermostat, but it’s pretty close.

All in all, that’s two pretty nice Christmas presents.

We discussed giving each other Christmas things made out of crystals, scrap metal, etc. In the end we decided against it. We won’t be able to take much with us when we leave on Sol 551, and whichever homeworld we get to first will have much better stuff in the shops anyway. So tonight we’re settling for me teaching them all the Christmas carols I know. (They have all sorts of questions about Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer.) And, of course, we have the traditional holiday family dinner of fucking hay and goddamn potatoes, because, etc.

Tomorrow we’ll take the combined Whinnybago out to the cave, get production started on Starlight’s heater crystals, and then have our slumber party in the trailer. There’s no reason to wait, after all, and the cave will make just as good shelter as the Hab if something goes wrong with the life support in the trailer.

And if all goes well with that, then a couple days from now we’ll attempt Sirius 7: the full dress rehearsal. Out in a straight line as far as we can go, set up the extra solar panels for recharge, stay overnight, then back the next day. If that works, then we’re ready to roll.

To be honest, I don’t know whether I hope that it works or that something fucks up. On the one hand, I’d like the peace of mind that having everything apparently working would bring. On the other hand, I’d rather find the glitch here close to comparative safety than a thousand klicks from nowhere in the middle of Arabia Terra.

Well, whatever I’m hoping, here’s hoping it.

MISSION LOG – SOL 403

Well, fuck.

I’m writing this on a laptop in the cave. It’s close to midnight Mars time, and we’re all huddled around the pony life support unit and the RTG, both of which we uninstalled in record time when we decided to bail out of the rolling ice box.

In retrospect this was the obvious result. The RTG, by itself, is sufficient to heat the rover interior- a bit more than sufficient, since I had to rip out part of the rover’s insulation to keep from roasting. But the open interior of what remains of the pony ship is more than four times the volume of the rover interior, with a corresponding larger surface area.

And the pony ship has no insulation whatever. For reasons which I guess seemed good at the time, the ship insulation was all between the inner and outer hull layers, wrapped around the cooling system pipes and things. When we stripped off the outer hull for scrap metal, we pretty much destroyed the insulation, too. We didn’t keep very much of it. One of the largest pieces acted as the makeshift door between the farm and Tangled Hallway.

And now we’re regretting that decision, because without that insulation what’s left is a naked, highly conductive metal hull that sucks heat out of the interior. By the time we decided to bail out, we could see our breath condensing, it got that cold inside.

There’s still a heater inside the ship, but that’s for emergencies only. It draws 200 watts, and 200 watt-hours during the overnight hours, less the 100 watts of electricity the RTG produces, is still a bit more than one whole pirate-ninja every night that we won’t be using to drive on come morning. The goal is to get through the night on nothing more than the 100 watts the RTG puts out, so that the batteries stay full for the morning’s driving.

I’m already working on ideas for fixing the problem. I don’t think we can re-insulate the whole ship, and anyway we’d want to stick the insulation on the inside of the hull instead of the outside. That’s going to require a lot of work. To save on work, and to concentrate the heat into one place at night, I think we’ll focus on just insulating the habitat deck. We’ll close the pressure door to the bridge at night and shut off air circulation to the bridge and to the rover, concentrating all the heat sources into that one chamber.

It’s going to get cramped; the sleeping bags normally hang from the cabinets, because sleeping is done in zero-G. Also, all the magic batteries except the big ones are in the habitat deck for maximum recharge. Floor space is at a minimum.

Question: where do we get more insulation? What we saved isn’t even close to enough to paper the walls of the hab deck. Dragonfly has flatly refused to try spitting up insulation- and I don’t blame her. I certainly wouldn’t enjoy puking non-stop for a week or so.

We have the hab canvas from the top of the pop-tent we sliced off to provide an electrical ground for the cave farm for the Sol 247 storm. Hab canvas is a better than average insulator. It’s built to be, since it not only has to block cosmic radiation but retain heat in the Hab. But that bit of canvas would be about enough to drop like a little doily across the old docking port, which is in the top of the habitat section of the ship. The only other sources are the second pop tent and the Hab, and it’s a little early for us to cannibalize the place that’s mostly kept us alive for four hundred sols.

The other source for insulation is the Rover 1 cabin. Remember, that was removed intact from the chassis and became a permanent radio shack connecting Pathfinder with the Hab. We wear space suits on the rare occasions we go inside anyway to save on air, since the only life support remaining inside is an air tank. The problem is that it’s foam insulation, nearly impossible to remove or transport intact.


There’s one other possibility; taking whatever hay the ponies aren’t going to eat and turning that into insulation. It’s not going to smell pleasant after one hundred and fifty sols, but it might help, so it’s worth thinking about, provided there’s enough of it.

Maybe the problem will seem simpler when I wake up in the morning. Maybe all we have to do is shut air circulation down, and the RTG will be enough to keep just the habitat deck warm.

Maybe the Princess of Mars will appear, command me to be her concubine, and make the others her ladies-in-waiting.

But for now, I’m going to find a spot in the sleep-pile with the others and hope body heat keeps us comfy tonight.

MISSION LOG – SOL 403 (2)

Hi to humans. I am Spitfire. I write this because Mark is hurt. He got in way of my rear hooves when I felt something poke me in rump. I am sorry but can’t help it.

Starlight Glimmer won’t stop laugh. She says I thought it funny when happen to her on Pathfinder trip. I remember not that way.

MISSION LOG – SOL 403 (3)

Mark here. She got me right in the solar plexus. Made breathing real interesting for about half an hour. I don’t think anything’s actually ruptured, though. If I start seeing blood in my urine, then I’ll begin worrying.

It’s about three in the oh-my-god-ning. Maybe we can get through three hours of actual sleep without a jackhammer to the gut…

Author's Note:

Feeling a bit better today, but will still be very glad to get home. That's tomorrow's drive, by the way.

Anyone who saw this one coming, score yourself five bonus smug points. Collect twenty-five and trade them in for one genuine I Told You So.

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