My Little Pony: My Little Pony The Martian

Mission Log – Solar Day 494

If you had come to me three years ago and told me that one day I would find Mars boring, I would have told you clearly that there was something wrong with your brain. No, that can’t be said. I should be able to tell you where to cool off and where to stay, because at that time I had just been lucky enough to be selected as the main crew member of the Ares 3 mission, and I was extremely attentive to all aspects of the hard-core training we had to undergo before setting off. Anyway, you just understand what I mean.

As a result, guess what? I'm on Mars right now, and I'm bored as hell.

Putting aside the dangers to life caused by recent extreme weather, it can be said that we have fallen into a quagmire called daily life. Every day we drive over more than 200 kilometers. To be honest, if you look at the scenery on the way too much, you will find that they are all carved from the same mold. (We have traveled 200 kilometers in the past three days; we have consumed more than kilograms of food and kilograms of emergency backup crystals. The improvement in power efficiency shows that the effect of reducing the load is obvious.)

After every day's driving, I would put out the solar panels on the rover to start charging the battery, and then go back to the car to have a brief conversation with Hermes - now we are only about four light minutes apart, and the signal is very clear. . After lunch, it’s time for reading (we all have a book we read silently, but for some reason, even if we’re reading a work like Agatha Christie, we prefer to read it out loud together.) Every three days in the afternoon we will play a game of D&D; let Starlight conceive the basic story scene, and then I will fill in the specific challenge content in the framework and serve as the city leader. After all, when Starlight is cornered by players, it often has a violent tendency to directly destroy the group. This arrangement can make everyone play more smoothly.

As for the few days between D&D, we will also watch TV, or rush to complete various reports that need to be submitted to NASA and the Pony Space Agency when we arrive at MAV. We usually fall asleep quickly after dark, because the next day we have to wake up long before dawn, eat breakfast, get dressed, go out and put away the solar panels, and then hurry up as soon as the light breaks out before dawn. We drove back on the road; more importantly, it was freezing cold on the bridge after the sun went down.

Just drive, eat, read, write, play games, sleep, and so on. You may not believe it, but after a long time it becomes boring. Sometimes I get so bored that I forget about the horrific reality that there are billions of insidious ways to kill us on this fucked planet, but this relaxation usually wears off after a few minutes.

Today it's my turn to go out for a walk. She kept shouting that she needed exercise to get back to health, and Cherry Berry insisted that she wouldn't go out alone. Someone had to be with her in case her patched spacesuit leaked. I had to carry her and rush back to the trailer. Of course I have a patch kit, but it can only repair holes up to nine inches wide. The wing covers cut into the sides of her suit are much larger than this, so if one of them really fell apart, I would probably have the opportunity to explore whether ponies have first aid techniques such as CPR. .

However, such danger did not occur. The only thing that happened was that Spitfire saw that I was unwilling to even jog, and gave me a lot of looks along the way. In fact, there are reasons for my hesitation, the most important of which is that I still have not mastered the ability to run in the correct posture in the Martian gravity environment wearing a space suit. So my running motion would deform into long leaps, and I was scared to death, fearing that I would trip over something that came out of nowhere and land face-first on the ground, crushing this stupid thing (again) Safety glass mask. So I still walked slowly, and she ran in circles around me for half an hour. After that, their spacesuits could still maintain pressure, and they returned to the ship safely.

I wonder when Spitfire will figure out that she can actually borrow a spacesuit temporarily to go out for exercise. If she never thought of it, if Berry makes me unhappy one day, I might give her this idea.

Speaking of which, it’s almost lights-out time. I mentioned earlier that we usually go to bed early. Actually, that's not quite accurate. We would lie down very early, but after turning off the lights we could talk for up to an hour. The scene reminded me of a show my parents had told me about called The Waltons, which they had watched with their grandparents when they were kids. At that time, they even dragged me to watch a few episodes, and I felt pretty bad. (Now that I think about it, I’m pretty sure this is a TV show from the 1970s, so why haven’t I seen it in Lewis’s collection of hot chick TV shows?)

Our nightly routine reminds me of the Waltons for this reason; at the end of each episode, whenever the large Waltons go to bed, the family members are separated by cardboard-thin walls in the house. The walls are chattering. We as the audience do not see the specific scene; all that is shown is the exterior of the house with one or two windows lit, and extensive voiceover of their chat. Their conversations were basically summarizing the plot of the episode, and of course they would not mention any important information. They were exactly the same as the daily lives of people living in old-fashioned houses with zero soundproofing.

And so do we. Of course, there's a good reason for this, since we all sleep in the same room - literally packed in the same pile. We had given up on the futile struggle to sleep in separate beds weeks ago.

However, some conversations will develop in very strange directions while chatting.

I won’t go into the process... Anyway, just know that it’s really weird. I have absolutely no intention of recording this conversation, so that our irrelevant conversations in the dark will eventually be taken to the grave with us.

The starlight only lit up the tip of the star for a brief moment, and the lighting in the accommodation section was immediately extinguished. The pattern of their sleep was still the same as usual, Mark and Fireball were at the bottom of the pile of meat, Dragonfly was sandwiched between them and Berry, and Starlight and Spitfire were spread out on the top. Everyone said good night to each other, and moved a few times, trying to find a more comfortable sleeping position among the drowsiness pile.

Then, just as Mark expected, the first question of the night came out of his mouth - always the kind of question that even though everyone is busy doing nothing during the day, they never think of asking.

"Mark? Tell me again how long it has been since your world invented space rockets." This time the first questioner was Starlight Glimmer. Usually it was Dragonfly or Cherry Berry; in fact, a few times it was Mark who started the conversation, asking questions about some scattered pony culture knowledge that he had occasionally heard about during the day. Spitfire and Fireball never got over it, but even though they kept complaining about how annoying it was to talk before going to bed, they often had to add a few words once the discussion really started.

"Hmm... as long as it's a rocket that can reach space? Ninety years, maybe. Or a rocket that can carry people? That's about seventy-five years. What's wrong?"

"I was just thinking," Starlight continued, "in those TV shows we watch, you humans are always in a hurry to go to various places. Cars, airplanes and other means of transportation. But we never I’ve never seen you flying around the world with rockets. Why?”