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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 485

“Well, Bruce,” Venkat said, looking across the desk at the chief of JPL, “what have you brought to show me? The final MAV modification procedures, I hope?”

“I figured now was a good time,” Bruce said. “We finalized them six days ago, but the storm thing came up. By the way,” he added, “I was somewhere over New Mexico during the comms window with Hermes. What’s the report?”

“Seventy-five kilometers today,” Venkat said, smiling. “Spitfire is resting, eating well, and recovering, though she reports still having headaches. Even better, they’re entering Meridiani Planitia; mostly flat, level, empty land. Between the clear skies and smooth terrain, they should make excellent progress over the next ten sols or so.”

“That’s good to hear,” Bruce said. “I’ve been looking at the satellite photos taken near the time of the event. It’s a shame that Hermes was at the wrong angle to see the flight. I doubt its video cameras could have picked up any details, but it would have been nice to try.”

“Believe me, the photos we have are still plenty,” Venkat said. “Not that the people demanding more would agree. We’re lucky we had satellites in place to monitor the Whinnybago’s usual drive time, and that they launched Spitfire during that window. But some of the people asking for more pictures act like NASA has a secret time machine that would let us go back and take more photos.” He shook his head. “The ones with doctorates, at least, ought to know better.”

“Well, when we work out the bugs, we’ll let you know,” Bruce said, smiling. His smile dropped as he pulled a bundle of printouts from his briefcase. “We’ve spent over half a year working on this,” he said. “These procedures remove the most weight possible from the MAV without fatally compromising life support or the capacity for a Sparkle Drive direct abort to Earth.”

“Should I be concerned?” Venkat asked.

“You will be, regardless,” Bruce said. “Remember, the MAV at launch, minus its descent stage, weighs 12,600 kilograms plus the weight of its fuel and oxidizer. We sat down and did the math and figured out that, without the pony booster system, we’d have to find a way to add extra fuel and, at the same time, reduce the tare weight of the ship to 7,300 kilograms in order to achieve intercept velocity with Hermes.

Venkat blinked. “Forgive my imprecise math,” he said, “but that’s almost cutting the ship in half, Bruce. How on Earth did you expect to manage that?”

“By removing the parts of the pressure vessel Mark could access directly, using Hab canvas to seal the holes, and having the crew ride up in their space suits,” Bruce said.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Venkat said. “That’s the most outrageous proposal I’ve ever heard.”

“It would have been an act of desperation, yes,” Bruce admitted. “Thankfully, we don’t have to go there. But I want you to bear that in mind as we go down the list of everything we have to do to shed two and a half tons from a ship we already intended to be as light as possible. Just keep in mind it could be worse.”

“Go on,” Venkat said.

“First, bear in mind we’ll be adding some weight to the ship,” Bruce said. “The Sparkle Drive made by Starlight Glimmer on Mars will use up the entire five hundred kilogram weight allotment for surface samples. We’re also allowing the crew fifty kilograms for personal effects. The MAV would normally carry only one day’s rations for the crew, with rationing in case of the low orbit abort scenario. We’re packing seven days of short rations in this time. And we’re adding the surviving ship thrusters from Friendship. We considered just using them to replace the existing thrusters outright- they’re lighter and they regenerate if there isn’t too much shielding between them and the crew. But the headaches of adapting the existing controls to the new system were too much. They’ll be backup in case the Direct Earth Abort scenario becomes necessary.”

“How do you propose to use them, then?” Venkat asked.

“We’ll use the control systems for the secondary and tertiary thrusters,” Bruce said. “They’re redundant for good reason, but they’re still redundant. They go. Speaking of redundancies, we’ll be dumping the backup comm systems. Life support, too, except for emergency tanks for Mark’s suit. The pony suit life support systems will take up the slack except for heat, and that’s not an issue, because we’re sending up both the Ares III and Ares IV MAV’s RTGs to extend the life of the MAV batteries. Which we’re going to dump three of, plus the entire auxiliary power system. Also the copilot station and controls, plus every control panel that isn’t absolutely required for on-board control.”

“That’s an interesting qualification,” Venkat said. “Not that I’m suggesting this in any way, but why not throw out all the controls and have the computer fly the ship? Or Martinez, using the MAV satellite launch protocol?”

“Because we need a live pilot if the Direct Earth Abort becomes necessary,” Bruce said. “We can’t program a computer for any immediate responses required if and when the MAV makes it to Earth local space. There are just too many unknowns. That means there has to be one set of pilot controls on board. And if they’re going to be there, it makes more sense to use them than to risk a computer glitch or a loss of signal on the ride up.”

“Only if the pilot’s qualified,” Venkat pointed out. “Assuming Cherry Berry is going to be the pilot, we need to get her simulation time every sol from their arrival at the MAV until launch day. And only if she qualifies- and qualifies at least comparably to Martinez- do we give her the power to manually override the computer.”

“No problem,” Bruce agreed. “But anyway. Comms, life support, power system, controls… okay, yeah. No medical kit. No tools. All the suit interface gear except for Mark’s, gone. We’ll be swapping out the human flight couches for the couches the ponies rebuilt using parts from the MDV, again except for Mark’s.

“And, finally, the two big issues. The auxiliary fuel pump, and one of the Stage One engines. Both are redundant, and both are heavy as hell.”

Venkat had to stiffen his jaw to keep it from dropping. “You want to remove an engine,” he said, keeping his voice level.

“Yeah,” Bruce said. “We get more delta-V out of the ship without it. It’s only there as a redundancy in case of breakdowns.”

“Bruce,” Venkat said carefully, “is there a single backup system on the MAV you aren’t gutting?”

“A couple,” Bruce said. “But only a couple. Every kilogram we save means a little fuel we can save in the second ascent stage for maneuvering or, if necessary, for Earth orbital insertion. And dumping this weight gives us a margin if some of the pony booster pylons fail. As it is, we predict that if the pylons all work properly, the MAV can achieve orbit on the first stage alone, with this payload.”

“No backups, Bruce,” Venkat insisted. “What’s the estimated odds of failure with this setup?”

Bruce shook his head. “Impossible to say,” he said. “The repulsor launch system and the Sparkle Drive are too unfamiliar for us to judge. And if they both fail, Mark and his friends are stuck in Mars orbit if they’re lucky.”

“Jesus Christ,” Venkat moaned.

“Yeah,” Bruce said. “Just keep reminding yourself, it could have been worse.”

Author's Note:

Bleargh. Spent all day with a mild headache. Meant to cook today, but didn't have the energy. And the stress test and ultrasound are tomorrow, which means I have to get up at 6 AM for the almost two hour drive to where it's being done.

Fun, fun, fun.

All the named stuff coming off the ship, by the way, is listed- and then some- in the original novel. Don't ask me why a two-stage rocket plus capsule has -one- auxiliary fuel pump...

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