To whom it may concern, take care of this Rover. She saved my life. Watney.
They say that once you grow crops somewhere, you officially colonized it. So, technically, I colonized Mars. In your face, Neil Armstrong.
I got to figure out a way, to grow 3 years worth of food here. On a planet where nothing grows. Luckily. I’m a botanist. And Mars, will come to fear my botany powers.
This is space. It does not cooperate.
No matter what happens, tell the world, tell my family that I never stopped fighting to make it home.
Every human being has a basic instinct to help each other out. If a hiker gets lost in the mountains, people coordinate a search. If an earthquake levels the city, people all over the world send emergency supplies. This instinct is found in every culture without exception.
Those are all very good points. But, consider this: I’d get to fly around like Iron Man.
In the face of overwhelming odds, I’m left with only one option, I’m gonna have to science the s*** out of this.
I’m the first person to be alone on an entire planet.
I’m definitely gonna die up here. If I have to listen to anymore goth hop disco music.
I’m not gonna die here.
I’m gonna be taking a craft over in international waters without permission. Which, by definition, makes me a pirate. Mark Watney: Space Pirate.
