My Little Pony: My Little Pony The Martian

AMICITAS Mission Three – Mission Day 457

ARES 3 solar day 449

[10:04] Watney: We just did a final communication check with Hermes using the pony ship's radio. Fireball is still sitting in the trailer waiting for a response from their end, but we are almost certain to receive an answer because we have tested this system five times in the past two weeks.

Almost everything has been announced. All medicines, tools, and any remaining spare canvas, sealing resin, and sealing strips have been loaded onto the truck. One hundred and twenty days' worth of food, including more than 200 kilograms of baked potatoes, were packed into the trailer's accommodation section. We bathed, had our hair cut, shaved, filed our hooves, and did whatever hygiene we could. The last bit of medical data collected was sent yesterday via Pathfinder conversation and pony hydro telegram. We patched the suits as best we could. All that was left to do was to load the components of the Sparkling Engine and the seven-ton magic battery into the car and take it to Schiaparelli.

We finished our last meal of baked potato chips. We played the last D&D here on the workbench. We had our final ordeal with the decontamination shower and pod toilet. We won't have to be careful about alternating the airlocks here in the future. And when Fireball snores at night, we can no longer sneak to his bunk and poke him to force him to turn over, because the bunks here have bid farewell to the residents for the last night of sleep.

The time has come for us to leave. This was also the last message I sent via Pathfinder. After I shut down the habitat, Pathfinder will also shut down and go offline, and may never wake up again. (However, since the rover computer has been modified before and can directly communicate with the Sojourner instead of Pathfinder to issue control instructions, we will still have the small rover with us. If there is a chance, we can also rely on a certain function of the MAV The backup radio system builds a data link from the rover to the Mars-circling satellite communication network, giving the sojourner and its rechargeable battery another overtime mission to rejuvenate.)

There is still some sadness in my heart. I've lived here for about fifteen months in total; for most of that time, this place has been my only refuge from a brutal death on Mars. Of course not to mention the fact that I still encountered such a group of aliens here, which helped me survive these fifteen difficult months. We ate together, slept together, and learned each other's language (well, at least our understanding was pretty much the same). We are here to slay the furious princess and rescue the dragon. We cried together here when we faced the death of Albus Dumbledore, and we burst into tears on the dockside of the Gray Harbor. We made various plans here, both good and bad, supporting each other in our struggle to survive and maintain basic sanity in this angry and desolate world.

Maybe many years from now, explorers like archaeologists or historians will return to this place, build a dome over the mess we left behind, and preserve the original appearance to restore the habitation module to its original operating condition. After all, This was the site of the first contact between a human from Earth and intelligent alien life forms. But Mars is still more likely to tear the habitable module into pieces and swallow it in the middle of nowhere long before humans have a chance to return. In fact, if we decide to terraform Mars in the future, the habitation module will be submerged under an ocean with a depth of more than one thousand meters; the damage that Mars can cause to the habitation module today is compared to this deep-sea environment. It's just a small fight.

But today I often think of the mission that I didn't have the chance to complete - the accident that ended abruptly due to a storm on Sol 6. The terrain was originally scheduled to be explored with Lewis and Vogel. The original plan was for the botany experiment that Baker and I had scheduled. Work with Johnson on some maintenance chores. After collecting half a ton of rock samples and several gigabytes of image data, the mission was declared complete on Sol 31, the habitation module was closed, and the seven-month journey home began.

I am naturally grateful to have such a new team, 67% of which are four-legged beasts, but I will still miss them who have trained with me for many years. We have been training hard for the mission with our hearts and minds, but we were deprived of the opportunity by this planet, and we are still unwilling to accept it.

I have turned off most of the equipment in the cabin - the heater, atmospheric regulator, water recovery machine, oxygen synthesizer, air circulation fan, experimental equipment, and even the lighting are offline, and it is pitch black. Now only the main computer and main power supply system of the habitation module are still running. Let's put it this way, the cabin is eerily quiet now. The ponies also put on their own space suits, but they didn't wear helmets yet. Even if they just move, the sound they make is as loud as thunder. Without the noise of fans or equipment, Mars is really a terrifying silent wasteland.

Sorry for blabbering again. This message seems to have been written into a diary by me. I hope one of you can excerpt this passage when you publish a book fifty years later. As for now, I still have to make my final concluding remarks in a professional manner.

The Plenty Base mission was completed on Sol 449. Final conclusion: A large amount of water ice deposits were found shallower below the surface, mixed with methane hydrates and large amounts of perchlorate. The rock section reflects multiple accumulations of mainly basalt-textured sediments, possibly remnants of repeated flooding or marine deposits. After the perchlorate contamination is completely removed, the local Martian soil, rich in potassium and phosphorus deposits, is sufficient to support the growth of crops when cultivated with Earth's bacterial flora and minimal essential proteins. No significant evidence has been found that Mars has a living or extinct biosphere, other than storing methane. Finally, the first contact with alien civilization was made, and similar research is ongoing.

Mark Watney, a senior NASA personnel stationed on Mars, completed his report at the Fertile Base. The Sirius 8 mission officially sets off.

[10:32] System Message: Warning - Pathfinder Lost - Attempting to Reacquire Signal

[10:33] System message: Override command executed, signal recapture canceled

The airlock leading to the cave opened, revealing a smell that was so far away that the memories of the six refugees were blurred - the fragrance of pollen.

"Wow," Mark murmured softly, looking out with the ponies, changelings, and dragons, immersed in the sea of ​​brilliant colors that flooded the farm.

Flowers are blooming - not just cherry blossoms, but blooming all over the mountains and plains. Tiny dark purple flecks dotted the alfalfa tips in the fields. Potato plants grow close to the ground, with towering cascades of pale white and violet flowers. On the cherry tree, the bright green leaves that had just grown were almost pushed behind the scenes by white or light pink flower clusters. The blooming flowers poured down like a waterfall, almost reaching the cave floor.

Along the cave wall, in the locations that Starlight Glimmer has taken care of, pieces of rainbow crystal enchantments are changing back and forth with surging brilliance. Some are sending gurgling water from the back of the cave, while others are emitting faint dots of light and light. hot. As for those uninfected crystals that are still mainstream (so far), they still reflect the rays of sunlight penetrating from the collected crystals, still shine against the carnival of colors around them, and add luster to the current scene.

"That's right," Cherry Berry also said, "Wow."

Although they basically spent the next whole day exploring the cave and recording such scenes with their cameras, they were all speechless for a long time and could only repeat the heartfelt sigh, "Wow."