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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 92

AMICITAS FLIGHT THREE – MISSION DAY 90
ARES III SOL 92

Cherry Berry stood by Airlock 3 and waited. She and Fireball had planned to leave the Hab via Airlock 2, but just before they could enter the red light had come on indicating the outer door was open- less than two minutes after Mark had gone out.

With only two airlocks left in the Hab, it had been decided to alternate use of the airlocks, and never to have both of them decompressed at once, in an attempt to reduce wear on the canvas dome. Mark had gone out Airlock 3 before Cherry and Fireball had been ready to go. Now he was coming right back in, which meant Cherry not only had to wait for him to finish entering, but she couldn’t use the same freshly recompressed airlock.

But the petty annoyance vanished the moment she saw Mark staggering in through the airlock, groping for the clamps that kept the helmet assembly sealed to the rest of his suit. “Spitfire!” she shouted. “Bring the medical kit! Something’s wrong with Mark!”

Mark paid no attention to the ponies, changeling and dragon gathering around him. His helmet off, the lower part of his suit still on, he collapsed onto his knees, eyes wide, jaw slack. Tears were running down his face.

“Mark! Talk to us!” Cherry said, her brain racing to put together unfamiliar words and phrases into something useful. “Are you all right? Why… um…” She realized she didn’t know the English word for crying, and her questions ran aground.

“It works,” Mark whispered. Pathfinder works. It’s pointing towards Earth. It’s getting a signal.” He put his still-gloved hands on Cherry’s shoulders. “Earth is sending a signal. They know Pathfinder’s here. They know I’m alive!!”

A loud, chest-wracking sob struck the human, and he leaned forward, hugging Cherry tightly and burying his face into her mane. “They know I’m alive!!” he repeated, his voice strangled by his tight throat as he cried unashamedly into Cherry’s hair.

Cherry didn’t flinch or hesitate. She reached one forehoof up to hug Mark back, whickering soft comforting sounds as he cried. Moments later Spitfire joined, as did Dragonfly. Fireball, as always, came last, settling for a comforting claw on the human’s shoulder.

“What’s wrong with him?” Starlight called from her bunk. “Talk to me! Don’t make me burn the whole magic battery to levitate myself over there!”

“He just made contact with home,” Cherry said. “He’s no longer alone.”

“What are we, wet straw?” Starlight replied.

“Not the same thing, Starlight,” Dragonfly called back.

This interruption helped Mark get himself back under control, and he straightened up, releasing Cherry. “Sorry,” he said.

“Nothing needs sorry,” Cherry replied. “Go talk to you people.”

“Talk. Yeah.” Mark scrambled to his feet. “Gotta talk. What do I say? How? Um… camera. Stereo imager. Need sign, need message.” He scrambled to the drawer where the markers that hadn’t been dessicated by the breach were kept. Beside them was the precious fifty sample case labels- the only paper in the Hab aside from the pony flight manuals. He began scribbling madly on one; then, finished with that, scribbled shorter messages on two others. “There! Need height, need…” He looked at Fireball. “Where are the antenna scraps?” he asked.

“Scraps?” Fireball asked.

“The bits of antenna you picked up outside,” Dragonfly said in Equestrian. “Where did you stow them?”

“Under Amicitas, outside,” Fireball said.

When Dragonfly repeated this info for Mark, he scrambled to put the upper part of his spacesuit back on. Barely stopping to check the suit’s seal, he leaped to the airlock, then bounded back to grab the three label cards he’d written on.

“I don’t think we’re going to the cave today,” Cherry said quietly.


An hour after posting his first message, Mark had another two-minute EVA. This time his first words upon removing his helmet were, “They said yes!!”

Cherry, Spitfire, and Dragonfly applauded pony fashion, pounding the dirt floor with their hooves. Fireball applauded dragon-style, clapping his paws. Back in the bunks, Starlight Glimmer called out, “Woo-hoo!”

“Yeah, isn’t it great?” Mark asked. “We can talk! We… wait,” he said, sobering up. “We’re not gonna talk very much if all NASA can say is yes or no.” He began pacing, mumbling to himself so that Cherry could only catch about one word in three, something about “both sides” and “three-sixty” and “askie.”

Finally, nodding to himself, he said, “Fireball, I need fourteen more pieces of antenna.”

“Okay,” Fireball said, reaching for his helmet. He hadn’t bothered to unsuit after Mark’s first short EVA of the day.

Mark counted out eight label cards, pulled a pair of shears from his toolbox, and paused. “My shop teacher would throw a fit if he saw me doing this,” he said just before using the shears to cut the stack of cards in half. This done, he dropped the shears on a worktable, grabbed the marker again, and began to label each card with a single symbol.

“What are you doing, Mark?” Cherry asked.

“We have a code called Askie, Mark said. “A-S-C-I-I. Two hundred fifty-six possible letters, numbers, symbols. Dragonfly, please turn on Computer 4 and search all directories for A-S-C-I-I. I know you know how to do that.”

“Yes, Mark,” Dragonfly said, rushing to the cabinet where the computers were kept when not in use.

“I can use these cards,” Mark said, marking the last one, “to get Askie. Two of these equals one letter of Askie code.”

“Not very…” Cherry didn’t know Mark’s word for efficient. “Not sound very good.”

“Cherry, he’s turning twenty-six letters, ten digits, and I don’t know how much punctuation into sixteen total symbols,” Starlight called from her bunk. “That’s plenty good! Good idea, Mark!”

“Yeah, I thought so,” Mark said. “I just hope NASA does too.”


Spell with ASCII. 0-F at 21-degree increments. Will watch camera starting 11:00 my time. When message done, return to this position. Wait 20 minutes after completion to take picture (so I can write and post reply). Repeat process at top of every hour.

11:00 S-T-A-T-U-S

I’m all right- no physical problems. One spacesuit destroyed, another suit helmet broken, Airlock 1 detached & leaking from hairline crack. One computer monitor broken. All other Hab equipment fully functional. Five guests, one with broken limb, others healthy. All on 2/3 rations pending harvest of crops.

12:00 H-O-W-A-L-I-V E

Impaled by antenna fragment. Knocked out by decompression. Landed facedown, blood sealed hole. Woke up after crew left. Bio-monitor computer destroyed by puncture. Freak accident. Crew had reason to think me dead. NOT THEIR FAULT.

13:00 C-R-O-P-S-?

Discovered large cave at Site Epsilon. Full of quartz. Used resources from crashed alien ship to make greenhouse, 600 sq m under cultivation. Add’l 100 sq meters in Hab, lost in Hab breach, will replant using seed & first harvest from cave.

14:00 W-H-O-G-U-E-S-T-S

Aliens from a parallel universe with different physical laws. Experimental FTL drive malfunctioned, change in physics forced them to crash-land here. Need better communication channel to say more.

15:00 A-G-R-E-E- -- - B-R-G-S-J-R-N-R-O-U-T

Sojourner rover brought out, placed 1 meter due north of lander. If you can contact it I can draw hex numbers on the wheels and you can send me six bytes at a time.

16:00 S-J-R-N-R-N-T-R-S-P-N-D

Damn. Any other ideas? Need more bandwidth. Have photos, movies, other documentation of first contact you really need to see.

17:00 W-O-R-K-I-N-G-O-N-I-T

Earth is about to set. Resume 08:00 my time tomorrow morning. Tell family I’m fine. Give crew my best. Tell Commander Lewis four out of five aliens share her horrible taste in music.

Author's Note:

I lifted a good bit of the last part of this chapter from the book, because the parallels were impossible to avoid without changing how Mark does it. And there's no reason for Mark to not choose ASCII here. Nothing the ponies bring to the table would change his thought process on that point. Likewise, most of NASA's first questions for Watney would remain unchanged, because of survival being top priority. So I didn't see a good way around this conversation. I did avoid both Mark's logs or NASA's viewpoint, though, to get as far away from the book for the rest of this chapter as I could.

Yes, a more efficient system could have been devised. However, NASA already has ASCII in hand. They don't need Mark to describe it to them. It's a quick solution, and in a space emergency a quick solution is often better than a perfect solution.

Buffer remains at 3. Have to prep for tonight's show on DementiaRadio.org !

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