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.
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.
No matter what happens, tell the world, tell my family that I never stopped fighting to make it home.
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 gonna be taking a craft over in international waters without permission. Which, by definition, makes me a pirate. Mark Watney: Space Pirate.