Seeing Red, Chapter 4: Sol #19Seeing Red, Chapter 4: Sol #19 by SonicScrewdriverDD3
By the time night fell and Sol #18 turned into Sol #19, I felt like shit. I’d spent the rest of the light puking from the pain and rolling about in my bunk trying to sleep.
When that hadn’t worked, I’d just gone to walking around the HAB like a zombie wrapped in a blanket. Looking at myself in passing as I sat inside the HAB Journal chair all those years ago, I wasn’t too far off.
“Okay.” I breathed in before I spoke to the log entry camera, voice rather crackly from non-use or screaming in pain earlier. “Hello, this is Mark Watney, astronaut. I’m entering this log for the record...in case I don’t make it.” I looked to the side as I spoke to find the time so I could state it for the log. “It is 06:53 on Sol #19 and I’m alive, obviously.” I breathed back in before I spoke again. “But I’m guessing that’s gonna co
Seeing Red, Chapter 3: Sol #18 (Part II)Seeing Red, Chapter 3: Sol #18 (Part II) by SonicScrewdriverDD3
So, after my not so graceful landing and subsequent blackout, unbeknownst to me, my ‘death’ was being announced on live television by NASA. My mother apparently dropped my father's dinner on the ground when the press conference aired and just cried, my Dad holding her while trying to clog himself.
Also, my closet boyfriend was balling his eyes out on Hermes as he told everyone of our relationship, that I was more than just a really close friend. It took a lot for him to come out like that, I know because he told me when we got back to Earth.
As I was saying before I get too off topic, I don’t know how long I lied in the ground for or how long it had been since the storm, but I was thrust back to the living world once again when I heard an alarm going off…
Sol #18, Acidalia Planitia, 2015
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
I suddenly woke up from the darkness startled and in pain, breathing heavily as the pain it seemed, was dragging my breathing ability
Seeing Red, Chapter 2: Sol #18 (Part I)Seeing Red, Chapter 2: Sol #18 (Part I) by SonicScrewdriverDD3
The real story begins almost...four, five years ago? Ugh, I’ve lost track of time. That’s what happens when you reach my age. I’m pretty sure it was 6, however, counting the year I was on Mars for, so I’m going to roll with it.
Six years ago, I was a botanist with a great (sometimes rather annoying) crew named Ares III, the third group of astronauts named after a proposal for an unmanned spacecraft back in the 2000’s, made up of me, my Commander and our geologist, Melissa Lewis, my closet (yes, like actual closet, nobody knew.) boyfriend, Major (at the time, he isn’t anymore) Rick Martinez (I call him ‘Ricky’ to piss him off).
There was also our pilot, Beth Johanssen (nee Beck, she goes by that now), our systems operator, Dr. Chris Beck (the unformentioned nee), flight surgeon, and Dr. Alex Vogel, our navigator and chemist, to round it out. (I guess he goes by Herr Vogel now, I could be wrong. Him and his wife just had their 4th baby,
Seeing Red, Chapter 1: PrologueSeeing Red, Chapter 1: Prologue by SonicScrewdriverDD3
DATA ENTRY: WATNEY, Mark
I suppose you could say you’ve heard this story before. I mean, somebody would have told it, maybe abridged it, added some fake stuff. That’s people's jobs after all. But the truth usually comes out after a while. Which is what is happening right now.
My name is Mark Watney and...and I survived for a year in the half on the most barren planet in the universe the human race has managed to find...Mars. Mars was my home for a year and an half, still to this day, I get recruits at NASA who’ve heard of me asking how I managed not to go mad on a planet with nothing.
Truth is, I didn’t go mad, because by the time I left Mars, it didn’t have nothing, but something. I grew potatoes, yes, but I don’t mean that. I mean something different, something you wouldn’t believe. That’s why I’m writing this, to tell you what really happened for that year and a half that I was stuck on
So, here I am, doing this RP which involves my character going into labor with a baby girl. At the very moment her boyfriend pisses her off, I suddenly come back with: "Fuck you and your seatbelts." She frowned, daring him to even try and make her put one on. "I told you, he didn't need to give us an escort. She's not like a missile rocketing out of my vagina thanks to Soviet Russia."