My Little Pony: My Little Pony The Martian

Mission Log: Solar Day 119

well. Last night was truly unspeakable. We encountered the first dust storm since the Hab explosion.

Of course, I know very well that the previous repairs to the habitation module are absolutely safe and reliable. The air regulator has been monitoring the air pressure in the cabin, and the measured value has not fluctuated at all; Pihuo didn't feel anything, not even turning his ears. According to my previous training and engineering research, the resin-reinforced patches on the damaged parts of the canvas of the living cabin can be repaired to look like new, and their strength is no less than that of other parts of the canvas.

However, I couldn't help but be troubled by various abnormal noises that usually seemed trivial. Every time the sand swept over and hit the canvas of the living cabin, I couldn't help but shudder; what on earth was this sound? Could it be that the seal is failing again? Or is another crack brewing? What should I do? If the Hab leaked again while I was asleep, would I be able to wake up before I suffocated? Or will I fall into a deep sleep and enter eternal sleep?

So I had a sleepless night full of fun.

During this time, Dragonfly woke up and let me hold her for a while. Her outer shell was surprisingly flexible, beyond my expectations. In the end, I managed to fall asleep after the dust storm passed, but it was actually almost dawn by then.

However, at this time, NASA decided to take advantage of the moment I woke up to punish me for the big photo news I made a few days ago. It was a double happiness. Just the shit that happened last night scared me a lot, and the anger still lingered when I woke up, so naturally I couldn’t be in a good mood, so I told the guys at NASA to say something about me. They didn't have a good night's sleep because of Dust Storm, so they told the ponies to talk to the ponies if they had anything to do. After that, I handed the computer to Spitfire and Starlight, and fell asleep again...actually, I was pretending to sleep. I just pretended to be dead with my eyes closed, waiting for the ponies to negotiate with NASA, and finally reached a settlement statement together, which also took the blame away from me.

Of course, there are gains and losses. You must know that NASA still has many strange tricks to interfere with personal lives that have not yet been put into use. When I woke up, I received an email from Dr. Shields asking me to talk about what happened last night. I thought about it for a while while I was cleaning my solar panels (another aftermath of the dust storm), and finally decided to share my experience with her to see if she had any ideas for how to deal with it.

So what's the result? Just one word: meditation. As a good candidate for PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder), it is not unexpected to encounter this problem. This disease is just another generous gift from this lovely and friendly planet. The problem, however, is that most of the truly effective PTSD treatments don't work in isolation. But the doctor did give me a few tips that might help suppress an anxiety attack like last night's: The next time I have night terrors, I just have to think about my belly button and wait for the symptoms. Just disappear slowly.

She also pointed out that my fears and worries were justified. A good one makes sense. Although I don't like to chatter, I still need to point out that I am currently living on a completely deserted planet; and even in the most optimistic scenario, the environment here is absolutely hostile to any life form except microorganisms. restricted area. It's extremely cold, the atmosphere is thin, and the soil is poisonous; and even if I managed to survive, I might still die from fatal burns caused by excessive ultraviolet radiation.

The real problem is that I currently have some extremely rational and reasonable fear about this life state of frantically testing myself on the edge of death, and this fear may actually affect my daily activities and even take away my life. Hope, so I've been doing my best to keep the situation from getting worse. Still, it made me feel better to hear a psychologist understand how I feel about the planet trying to kill me all the time.

Did you hear that? Experts said that this is not groundless worry and wishful thinking. This is a completely reasonable and legitimate conclusion based on empirical data.

Back to the topic. In addition, Dr. Shields also suggested that I record all my personal feelings in a journal, which can relieve my inner negative emotions. I fully agree with this. Even if NASA deigns to release log excerpts, it will lead to a lot of word-for-word criticism and slander (I’m talking about you, Mr. Downey; you’re going to regret sending that letter soon). email), being able to share your inner feelings with someone can still be a great way to work through your emotions.

Just now Tingting came over and asked me if she belonged to "someone", and I had to spend several minutes explaining things to her. She fell into deep thought after hearing this, so that should at least be a good thing.

The above content is to explain why I would not write such complaints in my diary under normal circumstances. Today I have to write a whole diary specifically for this purpose. Under normal circumstances, the main content of today's blog should be the long-lasting debate between me and NASA about whether I should be allowed to dismantle the water recovery machine and clean the blocked pipes. All other diagnostic tests failed to reveal the problem, so it was apparently a blockage caused by a large build-up of various sediments and other dirt and debris in the wastewater produced by the farm in the residential area. It's just that NASA is worried that it will cause damage if I carry out repairs without detailed instructions from them; however, it often takes several days to wait for them to issue a specific repair plan.

Long story short, I now have a screwdriver in my hand and a stack of wrenches next to the recycling machine, ready to perform a surgical strike on its malfunction. If NASA dares to threaten me next time by talking nonsense about violating mission regulations, I will have to stop it first and then tell it later.

You know, I don't feel guilty at all about this.

National Aeronautics and Space Administration

Media and Public Relations Department

Director Anne Montrose

The following content will be published immediately

ARES 3 residents’ collective response to FILTHY FRED’s actions

NASA believes that the recent farce published by the Internet personality who calls himself "FILTHY FRED" is in very bad taste, considering that the protagonists and his group involved in his works are still in potential fatal danger. Mocking and ridiculing individuals on a deserted planet who are struggling to survive every day and waiting for rescue cannot accurately reflect true human nature.

In addition, considering that the aliens currently sharing the Ares 3 living area with astronaut Mark Watney are not NASA employees, NASA decided not to make a direct comment on the content of its so-called "interview". Two of them, Starlight Glimmer and Spitfire, have issued their own statements on the matter; in addition, a series of related photos taken by Mark Watney were also released together with the statement. (The release of related photos has been delayed to ensure that the translation of the extraterrestrial information accurately conveys the original meaning.) NASA respects their right to express their opinions, but wants to emphasize that their opinions have nothing to do with NASA.

The following is a quote from Starlight and Spitfire:

Our private lives have nothing to do with you. But if Mr. Filthy Fred was still so interested, Feihuo thought it necessary to show him something he would never have. Although he won't have any chance to experience it in person, he still hopes that these photos can add a little fun to his lonely life.

And for the rest of you humans who didn't grow up in a barn, we have some special news. We are adult horses, professionals. We are not children to be pampered, pampered and despised by you. We deserve the same respect as Mark Watney or any other human astronaut. There are guys like Filthy Fred in our world, and we know how to deal with them. And when you start trying to protect us, you also reduce us to the level of children; it is the insult caused by this slight that gives people like Filthy Fred energy that they should not have.

For this reason, we refuse to answer any questions from anyone regarding any relationship we have with any of the members of the Hab. Take care of yourselves and don't become as pathetic as Filthy Fred.

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