My Little Pony: My Little Pony The Martian

Mission Log – Solar Day 66

I drove 79 kilometers today. Everything is calm at the moment. The scenery on the plains of Asidaria is as boring as you can imagine.

Starlight only carried three things with her this time: a fully charged magic battery, a whiteboard, and a notebook bag full of markers. (Okay, actually, it’s more than three things. Come and bite me if you don’t agree with it.) Now that she is now allowed to use magic to levitate various objects, she plans to let herself go and study English writing at full speed. She's sort of learned to type...which means she's been able to find and press individual keys on her computer, instead of hitting eight keys at once like she used to. Naturally, her typing speed is terrible, but she still practices hard.

I discovered that Starlight loved disco. I think this is a sign that she's still trying to hide the true evil nature of her heart, but all the resistance her dark side put in was ultimately in vain when faced with the dual impact of wild sound effects and surging beats - but the disco These two features only give me a headache. So the current situation is that she deliberately selected some songs with relatively slow rhythms and softer and quieter tunes to listen to, because those more exciting songs almost made her want to start dancing, and the rover cabin was not enough for her. A space to dance to your heart’s content.

The space on the rover is probably not enough for anything. We can only move freely within the airlock area, the driver's seat, and a section of the rear passenger seat that is only the size of a pony. The rest of the space is filled with pee-boxes, crumb-boxes, thermonuclear-death-boxes, purified water-not to be confused with other things-boxes, tools-stop hyphens for me-boxes, and enough to eat The food for fifty days was occupied. The remaining space is barely enough for us to put on a space suit and enter and exit the rover when we need to perform EVA.

I'm now going to read more of Christie's works to Starlight. At first, I was really surprised when I learned that Xiaoma also had suspense and mystery themes, horror themes, and other themed novels involving death. After all, seeing how positive and cheerful they were most of the time, I thought they would be frightened into tears when they heard about the murder. But Starlight was completely unmoved. In fact, she seemed to approve of it when she read about Poirot's masterful planning that led to the tragic death of a murderer who could have gone unpunished.

I hope she will try to restrain herself from asking me to spell words for her more than once per paragraph. I always feel uncomfortable teaching a certain cute purple pony how to spell the word "bleed."

"Starlight Glimmer, this is Amicitas. Starlight Glimmer, this is Amicitas, can you hear me?"

"Amicitas, the stars are shining here. Everything is going well here."

"Very well, Starlight. Hello, Mark, can you hear me?"

"Hello everyone."

"Test successful. Starlight, we call at this time every day."

"Copy that, Amicitas. Stay in touch. End of Starlight Glimmer communication."

Mission Log – Solar Day 67

Until now, I have not mentioned anything about my sexual urges in this journal. The topic of sex is an absolute taboo that NASA has repeatedly warned us against appearing in any documents that might be made public. From NASA's current point of view, all its astronauts are unattainable moral models who are completely out of touch with the world and have no desires or desires. These are all nonsense, of course, but after all, the training is very strict, and at the same time, several related vicious incidents have brought stigma to the space agency, so to a certain extent, everyone still tolerates these strict regulations.

But I still have to mention it here, because now Starlight and I have broken off communication and started a cold war, and I have to find a way to explain the ins and outs of this matter in as less erotic a language as possible without using NASA jargon. .

Last night was the second time we slept together in the rover. There was also an overnight experience during the Sirius 3 mission, but at that time we just slept in our respective seats. Starlight was a little better as I wasn't very used to sleeping in a chair. The driver's seat is indeed quite comfortable when driving, but you can't turn your body sideways at all, or even want to turn your head. So last night I cleared out the entire passenger seat, converted it into a bed and claimed it as my own.

Apparently Starlight decided to join in that night because when I woke up I had my arms wrapped around her. Her head rested just under my chin.

And when I woke up... I can't describe the specific situation, but I'm going to call it a very common phenomenon among human males, that is, when I wake up, I immediately feel an urgent need to urinate.

I want to emphasize here that while I am occasionally acutely aware that four-fifths of my guests are female, the obvious anatomical differences mean that I am not particularly interested in, uh, according to NASA, en route to the mission. Unauthorized deep intercourse, completely uninterested. It's hard to say what would happen if I saw the Queen of Mars on a roadside on Mars, with a thumbs up and a sign that said "Must go to Ares Valley", but for Pony Not so. I promise that my reaction when I woke up was purely an autonomic reflex caused by a full bladder and was in no way a reflection of anything wrong.

My attempt to get out from under the pony woke her up.

I have to mention here that at that time, because the RTG was constantly releasing a lot of heat, I was only wearing a temporary short-sleeved shirt and shorts. Starlight, on the other hand, was completely naked, as the ponies preferred.

So the first thing she felt when she woke up was that something was poking her in what my college animal anatomy studies would call her flank; no female wants to be poked unknowingly. Here, let alone the fact that horses resent being poked no matter what the circumstances.

This left two permanent hoof prints on the rear of the passenger seat. Fortunately, Starlight slept on her side, so the two hoof prints didn't hit me. This means that I have no broken bones or damaged organs, and I will still be able to hold my child if necessary. But this time it was a close call, and neither of us wanted to take that risk again.

Starlight then activated the translation spell to give me enough time to apologize and explain the situation. She also reassured me that a similar phenomenon would happen to males of her species, but that was the last part of our current exchange. Today's 76 kilometers was extremely long and quiet.

Starlight was now wearing her own space suit liner and I was wearing mine; I had also removed the rover's insulating material to prevent us from sweating to the point of dehydration. I might have to use this material as a pillow in this fucking miserable driver's seat tonight.

I estimate that these twenty days will be very difficult.

"Starlight shines, this is Amicitas."

"Amicitas, Starlight Glimmer. All clear. Communication ended."

"Starlight, what happened?"

"The mission went as planned. Starlight communication ended."

"Can we have a word with Mark?"

"End of Starlight Glimmer communication."

Mission Log – Solar Day 68

When I woke up this morning, Starlight was hiding behind the passenger seat, peering at me like a little child.

But her eyes didn't look like a child's.

I don't think I did anything outrageous in my sleep, but it certainly didn't look like we were going to talk much today.

Okay, gotta get out and pack up those solar panels and move on. Whether it was a personal relationship issue or not, Pathfinder wasn’t going to jump right on Sojourner’s back and come to me.

"Starlight shines, this is Amicitas."

"Amicitas, this is Starlight. Mission continues. Communication ended."

"We have to ask Mark some questions about his lander. Specifically, what kind of fuel it uses."

"He's busy right now. We're busy here. Save battery power. End of communication."

"Xingguang, what happened? Please tell us clearly..."

"A fully charged magical battery will power the Master Presence Charm for no more than twenty-five minutes. Save energy. End of Starlight Glimmer communication."

Mission Log – Solar Day 69

I woke up this morning with Starlight in my lap. The accident on Sun 67 did not happen again, mainly because the weight of her hips and hind hooves cut off the blood circulation to my legs. Finally, she went out of the cabin to pack up and fix the solar panels. I can't walk for the time being.

This time it was her turn to apologize to me. She didn't remember how she got to my chair. She was almost frightened herself. Three times she switched directly from English to Pony as she apologized to me incoherently and panicked. She kept trying to comfort me, assuring me that she definitely didn't feel "that way" about me.

But at least we're talking again. After two such incidents in three days, we probably had to resume communication. Today's language class was supposed to be full of profanity, but Starlight kept insisting that I not use any bad words in English. What fun is there in this? !

"Starlight, this is Amicitas, and I'm Berry. We need to consult Mark about the fuel used by M-D-V. Please ask him to come and listen."

"Hey, Mark, you can put the crystal on for me!"

"Now that you know Xingguang, wait for me for another minute."

"...Starlight, why did you teach Mark to say the word 'horse riding' in Pony language? And how on earth did you teach him the correct pronunciation of this word?"

"Amicitas, this is a long and embarrassing story for both of us. We'll explain it when we get back. What do you want to know now?"

"We need to know the composition of the fuel. We are looking at what resources are in the lander that we can use in case we need to leave the planet quickly."

"I'll ask him. Mark, what fuel does your lander fly on?"

"Who wants to know?"

"You get on your horse and answer my questions quickly."

"Xingguang, I can't stand it anymore, so go fuck yourself. Mark, I'm going to get a wrench for Tingting right now, and I'll just dismantle the MDV and start doing it."

"Just do as you tell me."

"Mark, this is no joke."

"Okay. Sorry. Please don't do that. The propeller fuel in the MDV is very dangerous."

"We know that. But what kind of fuel?"

"Fuel and stuff. I'll explain it to Starlight. She'll tell you tomorrow."

"Okay. Mark, thanks. Starlight, contact me tomorrow. Amicitas communication ended."