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by Joshua Allen
Althea sighed and shook her head. She sighed again. Marty
crime no one would ever convict him of. They might not ever even
Marty, too. Andy was quiet when he was thinking. And when he was
then bam! The strikes were deadly. Marty jabbed the dead panel
again, the flicked a few switches for good measure. Through the
tiny navigation portal, the Red Planet loomed, more than filling
the scope.
way?"
get us home."
have would kill us. And that's the least of our problems." Andy
said.
"Then I guess we just tell the ship to go home. Let the eggheads
mission commander, and he was used to his words being the end of
responsibility?"
them had any weight, and the space they were in was extremely
tight. She stretched her arms up and struck the pose of someone
standing, though her feet were not contacting the ground. Now
the bitch was going to point at him? At him? "If we send this
ship back as a complete failure, that will be the death of the
kill this project from the beginning. Tell me I'm wrong. Is that
just right in Marty's hand. The whole mace if he could get it.
He tested the weight of the mace head in his hand, but of course
there was nothing. "This is exactly the bullshit Tom was talking
about. One little thing goes wrong and billions of dollars are
made it off of MIR III, let alone have the devices and
was calming now, meaning Marty was calming, but slower. The
stop.
"We're going to die anyway," Andy said. His voice was weak.
people like Marty, not cut out for power plays. And probably
hated Marty, like Althea did. Mart was a hard, military person
unimpressed with the science of the mission. Andy didn't usually
deal with people who had senators for brothers, who sent them
that." Andy was staring down at his toes. "You, Althea Anderson.
die."
"Maybe you Russians give up, Andy, but Americans don't die
Marty's orders were clear. Any little thing goes wrong, and
he turns the ship around and goes back home. Orders from his
little had not gone wrong, something big had. Marty had to admit
to himself that now, faced with it, he didn't give a shit about
sciency as all this was. It was also damned exciting. How often
had he gotten to stare death in the face like this? His whole
made up by some eggheads. This was the most exciting thing that
Marty told Althea and Andy his standing orders. They hardly
seemed surprised.
"The president was speaking out of political necessity. He
"We don't have the oxygen, Marty," Andy said. "I respect
in his hand. He was thinking of Tom now. Find a way to turn that
thing around, Marty. Any way. Tom had never been that good at
naiveté."
to work. The Sagan X will orbit Mars for two months, and then
the nukes will start blasting again and the ship will go on
home. No oxygen required for any of that. But somewhere about
three or four days from home, our oxygen will give out and we
die."
"And we can't radio the Earth too much without burning the
him was dark. The voltage in the batteries was shockingly low.
He remembered that when they had started out, the eggheads had
got back. They said to reassure him. Now the dials were all
fifteen or so that were showing the main ship were strong, above
75%: the navigation computer and the electric spark for the
for the navigation computer to get the ship home," Andy said.
"So long as we leave the oxygen tanks on the main ship turned
they'd be going back home. But the two problems compounded each
other. Marty glanced into the tiny reticule again. Fuck if Mars
Marty said.
back with our findings. We wait and watch the ship go on toward
home," Althea concluded. "That's the only way to salvage the
mission."
"The lander has its own power and oxygen supplies. It's
nothing like what we need to power the rest of the ship, but it
"Even minus the little bit will we use to get the rest of the
exchanged a look.
"You can suit up. Use your suit's oxygen supply to stay
guys will have two to three times that much because you'll have
you're asking."
people and a whole lot of Martian soil and rock samples. Three
up."
Althea sighed. "He's right. For that matter, the lander can
dock itself. We can lade the ship with as much rocks and samples
should take the remote with us. It will allow us to contact the
space."
Earth, that something has gone terribly wrong. Right now they
little slower, they'll know we are dead and they'll wait until
"And since I'm coming with, and I'm a highly trained pilot, I
found himself doing the mental calculations telling him how much
This got a nice look of surprise from both Althea and Andy.
"We have landed seven ships in the valley and they all did
fine," Althea's hackles were up. Marty kind of liked it that way.
"And back in Texas, what did you say? That if we were going
"that will not be easy. You are not trained to land us there."
"This is our only chance, Althea. This isn't a warm-up, not for
us. They snubbed you when you begged to land in a better spot. I
sat there and listened to your passion, and you want to know
place. Truth be told, even now, even despite the boredom and the
fact that none of us are going to see the blue glow of Earth
again, I say we have two options. Either we shut the oxygen off
killing us."
* * *
meters. The ship would head for home soon. Without the lander.
"We tried," Althea said. "The next mission that comes will
find it and--"
reminded him of the good old days, when flying was an adventure,
distract you and kill you. It had been exhilarating. They had
gotten the samples. And the samples had been not merely good,
but amazing. Althea's hands had been shaking so badly as she dug
into the red Martian soil and the ice below that he was worried
Marty had been skeptical. It was so damn cold here. How could
really. It was dormant. It had dived deep into the moist soil
again.
threatening now to consume him and take him permanently into its
embrace. "I remember watching Carl Sagan talk on the TV. He was
bubble, Marty."
He couldn't feel her body through the mass of the suit, but he
could feel her presence next to him, and the weight of her arms
around him. To his surprise, Andy got up and sat on the other
side of her. The three of them held their awkward embrace,
didn't work."
Marty asked.
is Andre."
"Andre. I am sorry."
"You want to have a contest, see who can live the longest?"
Marty asked.
"You had Carl to get you excited about space, but you know
what got me excited about it? You did. You were so passionate."
despite it all.
now." Marty realized his voice was shaking. He was very cold.
His suit's heat generator had probably failed. The suit wasn't
a time, which is why Althea had wanted to land them on the banks
talking." Her voice quivered and broke. She was at the end,
Marty sensed.
No answer.
the lander had been. It had either scooped up the smaller craft,
Marty was smiling wide. "We did it," he said. "We did it."
the lander near the rivers. She was so excited, so full of life.
live ship. He knew he would never feel as good about being alive
roof with their Dad, before cancer cut him down. The three of
explained to Marty what the moon was, how it formed, but all
to the moon and then just keep going. Who cared what it was made
of? The challenge was all that mattered. Then he couldn't see
little Tom and Martin anymore. Then he couldn't see his house.
Then he couldn't see the Earth. It all shrank away into a tiny
space.