My Little Pony: My Little Pony The Martian

Log – Solar Day 10

It’s such a shame that the History Channel changed its name to RealTV, because being so smart as ice and snow, I just happened to come up with a brilliant show idea: Supernatural Alien Quest. (You know, aliens are always responsible for unexplained phenomena, such as the Egyptian pyramids, the Indian pyramids, the Mayan pyramids, the prehistoric monoliths, the Nazca Lines, and even why the Bulls always Suffer defeat...)

Even better: we were able to shoot right in the residential area!

Sorry, I lost my temper. I'm just still in awe of what I logged in yesterday's journal. At least one of these aliens can move objects through space and translate their languages ​​using a method similar to telepathy. But it must be mentioned that the level of translation is still far from that in "Star Trek". Anyway, here is the transcript of the conversation I had with Xiao Mo this morning, which lasted about 90 seconds before she passed out again:

Xiaomo: (Good day. Where are we?)

Watney: This is a residential area on the Ares 3 mission, located in the Arcedaria Planitia on Mars.

Xiao Mo: (Shaking his head cutely, he probably got a bunch of junk information) (Sign up?)

Watney: I'm Mark Watney, just call me Mark. what is your name?

Xiaomo: (funny face) Why did you come up with a name related to a planet? (Note: I don’t remember it myself, but I looked up relevant information when I was a child. Sure enough, the “Mark” in my name comes from the Latin word “Marcus”—“about Mars”, and “Watney” is No one knows what it means.)

Watney: (shaking his head) What's your name?

Xiao Mo: (pointing to himself) "Xingguang Yiyi" (Starlight Glimmer). (Pointing to Sakura) "Yingtao Meimei" (cherry raspberry). (Pointing to the fireball) "Lung Fire" (flying fire). (Pointing to Puff) "Fireball" (Fireball). (pointing to Chong Chong) "flying dragon" (flying dragon).

Watney: (Well, it's always hard at first, isn't it?) I have to go for a walk and see if I can find the communications dish and see how the antenna field can be repaired.

Xiaomo: (Okay. We can help.) (Faint, end of conversation)

Today I had an eye-opening experience in terms of alien language, psychology, and psychodynamics. At the same time, the fireball (i.e., flying fire) also made me look bad all day long. This time it was me, her, and the lizard-like guy who went out to look for the missing communication disk, probably to keep me as far away from the little devil as possible.

To be honest, this name is too weird! ? Type Guang Yiyi? Should you use Meimei? In fact, I also understand that these are as stupid as my own name "Mark Watney". Well, maybe these spiritual translations aren't perfect and sound like they were made up by someone who just had a mental outage. But what about lung fire? Who in the world would give their daughter such a name? There are also balls called fire or fireballs? Well, that's a good name for a dragon, I admit, but his name coincides with my name for the winged pony, which is troublesome.

Yes, I know I'm talking nonsense again. But unfortunately, this is probably the most meaningful thing I did today.

It's time to face reality: the communications disk is missing, and the entire communications array is damaged beyond repair. Of course I could try to piece the wreckage back together, but that would be of no use. Even if all the remaining array remnants are usable, they will not be able to receive signals from the earth. After all, there's a reason why this guy built it so big in the first place.

I could probably piece together a comms dish from the wreckage, but that's not the point. When the communication dish was pulled off, the driving motor was also taken away - the thing used to keep the antenna pointed at the earth during the orbit change. Even if I could find a replacement (which doesn't exist), the antenna system's software can't drive it.

I had to ask my new friends if help was on the way, or I was on my own, which meant I had to start thinking about the long term.

Fortunately, the living area and its contents were unscathed by the storm. I now have enough air, water, food, and shelter. I can even share all my vegetarian meals with my herbivore friends and still have over two hundred solar days of food in surplus. But here’s the thing: Ares 4 is still four years away from arrival. No matter how bad you are at math, you can see that four years is longer than two hundred solar days, much longer. It doesn’t matter if you use imperial units or metric, the result is the same, I’ll be out cold by the time they arrive anyway.

Of course, if NASA doesn't know that I'm still alive, then the Ares 4 crew won't even touch the edge of the Arcedalia Plain, let alone save five aliens. Of course, their people are here to save them. It wouldn’t be so much trouble if you take me with you (it’s best to take me with you).

So there are two urgent things to do: restore communication with the earth, and find ways to maintain food supplies until Ares 4 arrives. As long as these are solved, I can solve the third problem: visiting Schiaparelli crater. The place where the upgraded vehicle on Ares 4 is parked is about 3200 kilometers away from us, and the current maximum range of the rover is only 35 kilometers, which is not a bad difference.

Students, tonight's homework is a math problem. The topic is to prove whether the above method is feasible and to write down the process of answering the question.

In the meantime, I have to start rationing food - actually started yesterday. Our meal kits are designed to provide adequate energy for an astronaut working intensively in harsh environments. This means it has a lot more calories than a basic survival meal and more protein than a meal on Earth. Although I have endless vitamin tablets, I still have to stay cold in this poor place without enough calories, let alone prevent the degradation caused by Mars' microgravity. Think about it, 0.4 G!

But if I could limit my activity to the lowest level—doing only what kept me alive—then I could cut my ration to three-quarters of its original size without dying. Be especially careful to save some protein for emergencies. If I were alone, the food reserves would probably last until 400 solar days.

I have to find a simple way to explain it to the guests in one minute. I don't think this will be a long story, after all, they have much less food than me, even though Chongchong only eats one or two pieces of bread on my plate at a time. (I think she was just trying to make me laugh. Apparently she was trying to be cute to please me. Shockingly, it actually worked.)

But rationing alone was not enough. So I came up with another plan. The alfalfa seeds I had planted in the experimental soil were just the first step in the plan. What could be grown in one-half cubic meter of Earth's soil would not be able to support six organic intelligent life forms for four years. Production must be expanded.

I have a solution for this...even though my gut tells me my guests won't like it.

AMICITAS Mission Three – Mission Day 6

The ponies, changelings, and dragons stared at the giant plastic sample bucket, the washed, worn sponge cloth placed on a small bucket with the lid closed next to it, and the strangely named alien on the whiteboard. Sketch drawn. The pictures are very vivid and straightforward, and at the same time the meaning is extremely disgusting.

Despite the language barrier, Berry expressed the sentiments of all team members succinctly and clearly when asking questions:

"What the hell do you want us to do!?"