My Little Pony: My Little Pony The Martian

AMICITAS Mission Three – Mission Day 239

ARES 3 solar day 237

[08:01] JPL: Mark, Venkat here. We would still prefer to integrate rover 's computer and radio systems into Friendship, but we agree with your decision to postpone this task until Dragonfly is restored. In view of this, we proposed a revised plan to completely disassemble the pressure vessel of the No. rover, install a residential hydrogen fuel cell inside, and transform it into a fixed radio relay station. The large number of cables required to complete this task can be sourced from MDV's non-mission critical scrap components. Using the remaining components currently in the aircraft, the MDV should be able to continue operating as a flight simulator.

In the process of studying this improvement plan, we hope that you and your friends can continue to move forward with the original plan to dismantle the tail of the Friendship and recycle the parts. There is still enough time, but we still hope to complete the task ahead of schedule rather than falling behind schedule, and in theory repairing the spacecraft is not a complicated task.

[08:27] Watney: We can't do that today. We have a special activity planned in the caves that may take all day. We'll start cutting the Friendship's stern again tomorrow. This matter is more important now.

"...The train started moving, and Harry stepped aside and looked at his son's thin face shining with excitement..."

The five of them sat around the cocoon, and Mark read the text on the computer screen. Each of them had taken turns reading at different points in time, and Spitfire and Fireball stuttered much less today than before. After learning about the memory of the dying Severus Snape yesterday, everyone made the unanimous decision to read the last three chapters together with the epilogue to the Harry Potter series.

"Harry looked at her, lowered his head blankly, and touched the lightning-shaped scar on his forehead. 'I know he will.' In nineteen years, Harry's scar has never hurt again. Everything is fine."

After taking a deep breath, Mark said, "End of text." Then he closed the text document.

"Albus and Scorpius are going to be best friends when they get to school, right?" CherryBerry asked.

"I still don't want to believe that Ron and Hermione have been together for so long that they actually had children!" Starlight Glimmer protested, "That guy Ron is just...Give me the computer, I have to look up a word."

Mark raised his eyebrows, "Do you want a thesaurus or a collection of Mitch Henderson's dirty words?"

"All!"

"Who cares about them?" Spitfire said with disdain, "They're all the same old 'happy forever' routine. The battle scenes are much more interesting! It's so cool!"

"I thought the conversation between Harry and Dumbledore was quite silly," Fireball also had an opinion this time. "It was too regular. Too easy. But the part where he said he was wrong was okay. It was about time."

"Hey, please let Dumbledore go," Starlight was unhappy.

"I don't know what you mean," Fireball said still harshly.

"This metaphor means the same thing in both Pony language and English!" Starlight explained in Pony language like a barrage of words, and Dumbledore's name appeared and disappeared like a buoy on the sea surface carried by the waves.

"Oh. But why?"

"Let's put it this way, this is a rule of thumb," Starlight replied, "The plan can be perfect, the intention can be irrefutable, but it is still possible that everything will go wrong, and it will all go down...down..."

"Straight to Hell?" Mark looked curious.

"No, no," Starlight gradually lost her patience, "You told me that hell is a place where bad people go after they die, right? But there is really a place where bad people are imprisoned in our place. Anyone can go there without dying. . It’s not far from our capital. It’s just that I don’t know how to translate its name in English.”

"Uh... that's a prison?" Mark thought for a moment and added, "By the way, when we get to Earth, you have to be careful when answering whether hell exists or not. The answer depends on the person communicating with you... …”

"Anyway, what I mean is," Starlight shouted loudly, overshadowing Mark's cautious warning, "even if you are an absolute genius and your plan is completely impeccable, it is still possible to complete it directly." She glared at the fireball and added, "You shouldn't tell me that you don't even understand this."

"I'm not going to lie to you," Fireball replied with a shrug, "I'm neither smart nor can I come up with a perfect plan. It has nothing to do with me."

"Let's talk about the battle scene!" Spitfire immediately changed the subject, "What happened to the elder wand? It sounds like Harry did some clever... clever operation," she corrected herself this time. , “But I just can’t figure out what’s going on.”

"You won't forget the ending of the last book, right?" CherryBerry said, "When the Death Eaters came in, it was Draco Expelliarmussed who handed over Dumbledore's wand!"

Although Berry still stumbled and made some vocabulary and grammar mistakes from time to time, she was able to casually speak the past tense when referring to such a fictional spell, which left Mark speechless.

"Is it him? I thought it was Snape!"

"Wrong, it's actually Draco! He can get rid of Dumbledore's wand, but he can't kill! But according to the rules of the elder wand, this is already considered a defeat! Then Harry got rid of Draco's wand! So Harry becomes the master of the wand, do you understand?"

"That's right, but how did Voldemort die?"

"Voldemort never defeated Harry in a duel. Harry let Voldemort's spell hit him without resisting. In this way, the last Horcrux on Harry's scar was destroyed, and then..."

"I still don't understand," Fireball continued, "I thought Voldemort wanted to kill Harry."

"I don't think he meant to create Horcruxes," Starlight replied, "but it was a bit like, how should I put it, tearing his soul into small pieces and hiding them all over the world. This is considered to be at the level of the Shadow King Dark magic. And it's also really, really stupid. The stuff he left must have been badly torn, maybe a piece of it was just... uh... left."

"But this doesn't explain why Voldemort died in the end!!!" Spitfire was not satisfied with this series of vague explanations.

"The elder wand will not harm its true owner," Starlight went on to explain, "so when Voldemort was about to kill Harry, the spell he cast bounced back on himself. Voldemort committed suicide."

"Oh..." Feihuo nodded to express understanding, then froze, "Rebound?" A look of horror gradually appeared on her face, "Does this mean you..."

"No, no! You are overthinking," Xingguang suddenly realized that there had been a big misunderstanding and hurriedly defended, "Magic is actually not like this at all! Ordinary spell mistakes will not cause fatal damage, only extremely powerful spells Or a black magic spell. I just have a headache."

"Yes, you just have to stay paralyzed in bed for several days every time!"

"It's obviously you who won't let me get up, okay!!!"

"Girls." Berry asked everyone to be quiet.

The argument calmed down instantly.

“My favorite part is when Harry uses the Resurrection Stone to say goodbye to his loved ones who have passed away,” the earth pony said. “It’s so touching. To understand that he was ready to face his own death.”

The heavy silence made everyone breathless, but they all turned away without words, unable to bear to look directly at the cocoon on the wall.

"So, uh," Mark tried to change the subject in order to lighten the mood, "what would Dragonfly think... uh, how do you think she would feel about this ending?"

"You also know that she sided with Snape," Starlight replied. "She will be sad to know that he is dead, but she will also brazenly show off repeatedly that she is the real hero. There is no Snape." It would be impossible for Harry to accomplish this feat according to Nep."

"I guess so," Berry commented. "After all, if Snape is the Evil Queen, she can be considered as being raised by Snape."

"Seriously?" Mark was slightly surprised, "I thought Cocoon was a famous aerospace hero like you."

"It's definitely not me," Berry said without hesitation when talking about this kind of thing. "I really know her too well, and she is definitely not a hero in my mind."

"It's more like Voldemort than Snape," Spitfire agreed. "Not so...what's the word...obsessed with immortality, but still a bit evil."

"Then," Starlight asked again, "is that the end?"

"Well, there is actually a script that can be said to be the eighth book," Mark replied. "There are also a few prequels and movies, but they are not very popular. This is basically the end of Harry's story. . He later became an Auror, gave birth to a bunch of children, and lived a happy life."

"Are there any other books I can read?" Xingguang asked.

"Well, we have received several other works recently," Mark said, flipping through the pages. "There are several murder mystery stories that match the Agatha Christie series..."

"No need," Cherry Berry and Fei Huo said in unison.

"Aw, that's really disappointing." Starlight complained.

“…a few classic science fiction novels by Isaac Asimov and Arthur Charles Clarke…but I think I’d better stick with fantasy.”

Mark's fingertips swept across the keyboard, and a new text document popped up on the screen. "This book was written sixty years before the Harry Potter series," he said. "The author deliberately chose a style similar to children's stories, suitable for reading aloud; but in the end this work became his Part of a mythological epic that has been woven throughout a lifetime. And what follows is the first chapter of the story..."

He cleared his throat and began to read aloud, "There is a hobbit living in a cave under the ground. This is not the kind of cave that makes people sick. It is dirty, damp, full of bugs, and has a muddy smell. "It's not a cave full of sand, dry and bare, with no place to sit or anything to eat. It's a hobbit hole, and a hobbit hole means comfort."

"What are hobbits?" Starlight asked first.

Berry raised her head and looked around the cave they were in, watching the lazy alfalfa stretching freely in the field. The afternoon sunlight shone through the crystal pillars on the roof of the cave to the ground, accompanied by the gentle breeze blowing from the life support system equipment box. She couldn't help but ask, "Are we hobbits?"

Mark didn't answer and continued reading loudly.