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I Woke up on Mars. They Never Told me About This. · Creepy Stories to Fall Asleep To

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The first thing that hit me wasn't the cold, it was the
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sound. This wet hissing noise, like air
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being let out of a tire underwater.
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I couldn't move my arms yet, but I could hear everything.
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The sound kept repeating over and over.
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Hiss, pause. Hiss, pause.
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My eyes opened and I was staring up at this curved glass ceiling
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maybe 2 feet from my face. Red light everywhere.
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Emergency lighting, I figured. The kind that only comes on when
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everything's gone to hell. I tried to sit up and my head
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felt like someone had filled it with concrete.
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Heavy. Wrong.
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The glass thing above me was sliding away with that hissing
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sound. I've been hearing a pod.
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I was in some kind of pod. Pod Bay 7, according to the
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faded stencil on the wall I could see.
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When I finally managed to turn my head, the whole place looked
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like the inside of a submarine. Metal walls, low ceiling, pipes
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running everywhere. But bigger than any sub Way
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bigger. That's when the rest of it
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started coming back to me. Mars, The terraforming project.
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The bunker complex we'd built 300 feet down in the crease.
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Plenitia. I remembered all of it now.
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The work, the timelines, the careful calculations about
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atmospheric pressure and soil chemistry and radiation
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shielding. But something was wrong.
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Really wrong. The pods were supposed to wake
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us up in 50 years, maybe 75 if the atmospheric conversion took
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longer than expected. By then, Mars should have been
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livable. Cold, sure, but breathable.
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We'd done the math 1000 times. So why were the emergency lights
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on? I sat up slow, my muscles
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feeling like they've been asleep for decades, which they probably
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had. The pod was this smooth white
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thing, looked expensive, medical grade.
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My jumpsuit was clean and pressed like I just put it on,
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but I knew better. This was what I've been wearing
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when they put me under. The hissing sound wasn't just my
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pod, it was everywhere. I looked around and felt my
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stomach drop. Hundreds of pods, maybe 1000,
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all of them opening at the same time.
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All of them making that same wet hissing sound as their seals
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broke in. Their occupants started waking
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up. This wasn't right.
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The revival sequence was supposed to be gradual.
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Small groups test batches to make sure everything was working
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before they woke up the whole facility.
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But here we all were, everyone at once.
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I climbed out of my pod on shaky legs and almost fell over the
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floor. Was this textured metal stuff
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that was supposed to give you grip?
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But my boots felt like they were made of jello.
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Everything felt wrong, off balance.
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Around me, people were starting to sit up in their pods.
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Confused faces, squinting eyes. Everyone looked exactly like I
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felt lost. That's when the voice started
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talking. Attention facility personnel,
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please remain calm during revival procedures.
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Orientation briefing will commence in 10 minutes.
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The voice was coming from speakers in the ceiling.
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Automated. Pleasant.
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The kind of voice they use for airport announcements like
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nothing was wrong. Current date October 15th, 2143.
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Facility status. Operational External environment
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Hostile. I did the math in my head.
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We'd gone under in 2091. That made it 52 years.
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Right on schedule, basically. So why did everything feel so
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wrong? Earth status destroyed cause
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asteroid impact March 7th, 2143 Mars atmospheric status
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conversion incomplete surface pressure insufficient
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temperature lethal Estimated time to habitability unknown.
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The voice kept talking, but I stopped hearing it.
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Earth status destroyed. I just stood there for maybe 30
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seconds, trying to process that. Earth gone.
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The whole planet, everyone we'd left behind.
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My sister, my parents, the cities, the oceans, all of it
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just gone. Around me, other people were
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starting to figure it out too. I could see it in their faces,
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this slow dawning horror as the automated voice kept delivering
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its cheerful, catastrophic news. That's when I spotted Haley.
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She was three pods over, climbing out of hers with the
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same careful movements I'd used, dark hair pulled back in a
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ponytail lab coat over her jumpsuit.
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She looked exactly like she had the day we went under.
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Exactly which was impossible. We should have aged in the pods.
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Slowly, sure, but some 50 years was 50 years.
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But Haley looked like no time had passed at all.
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Same face, same build, same small scar on her chin from when
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she'd cut herself working on an atmospheric processor back in
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the early days. She caught me staring and walked
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over. Her steps were just as unsteady
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as mine. Clifford, she said.
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Her voice sounded right. Confident, that slight accent
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she'd never lost from growing up in New Mexico.
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Hey, I said, you feeling as weird as you look?
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She almost smiled. Probably weirder.
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She glanced around at all the other people climbing out of
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pods. This isn't how it was supposed
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to happen. No kidding.
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That's when Johnny showed up. Security Chief Johnny Morris, 6
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feet of muscle and military bearing, looking just as
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confused as the rest of us. He was checking his belt where
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his sidearm should have been, then looking around like he was
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taking inventory of the whole Bay Turner sharp.
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He nodded at us. Always formal, Johnny, even when
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the world had apparently ended. Chief, I said.
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He was already moving toward the equipment lockers along the far
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wall. Standard procedure, I figured.
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Secure the area, check your gear, take control of the
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situation. Except when he opened the first
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locker, his face went flat. Problem.
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Haley asked. Johnny held up what he'd found.
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Basic survival equipment, emergency rations, water
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purification tablets, medical supplies.
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No weapons, no communication gear, nothing that looked like
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it was designed for security. This isn't military issue, he
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said. I walked over to look.
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The stuff in the locker was civilian grade, good quality,
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but not what you'd stock for a security team.
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More like what you'd pack for a camping trip.
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A very long camping trip. That's when it really started to
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sink in. We weren't the same people who'd
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gone into those pods 50 years ago.
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We couldn't be. People don't stay perfectly
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preserved for half a century. They age, they change, even in
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the best stasis systems. But we looked exactly the same,
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felt exactly the same, had all the same memories right up to
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the day we'd been put under. Which meant we were clones.
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Perfect genetic copies with implanted memories.
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Backups. The originals had probably lived
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their whole lives and died of old age while we've been growing
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in tanks somewhere, getting programmed with their
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experiences and personalities. I remembered being Clifford
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Turner, all 35 years of him. His childhood in Ohio, his
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doctorate in xenobiology, his work on the Mars Project, his
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decision to volunteer for the Long Term Colonization Program.
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But I wasn't him. I was just a copy, a
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reproduction made to think I was someone I'd never actually been.
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The worst part? It felt completely real.
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Every memory, every emotion, every relationship I thought I
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had with Haley and Johnny and everyone else in this facility,
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All of it was borrowed second hand.
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A life I'd never lived, but remembered perfectly.
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And looking around at all the other confused faces climbing
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out of their pods, I knew they were going through the same
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thing. Hundreds of clones, all of them
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remembering lives that belong to dead people, all of them trying
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to figure out who they actually were.
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That was the real crisis. Not just that Earth was gone, or
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that Mars was still uninhabitable.
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It was that none of us were who we thought we were.
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The voice started about 6 hours after I woke up.
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I was in the cafeteria trying to figure out how the coffee
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machine worked when I heard it. Real quiet at first, like
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someone talking in the next room.
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You're not real. I looked around.
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Nobody there, Just me and this ancient coffee dispenser that
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looked like it hadn't been cleaned since the original Mars
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mission. You know what you are, don't
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you? That's when I figured out it
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wasn't coming from outside. It was in my head, my voice, but
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not my thoughts. Older, somehow, more tired.
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A backup plan. That's all you've ever been.
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I pressed the coffee button anyway.
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The machine made this grinding noise and spat out something
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that looked like motor oil. The voice kept going.
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Doctor Clifford Turner, xenobiologist, published 43
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papers on extremophile adaptation, Won the Harrison
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Award for Astrobiology in 2057. I knew all that stuff.
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It was my life. Except it wasn't your life.
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You've been alive for six hours. The voice had this smug tone
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that really bugged me, like it was explaining something obvious
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to a kid. I took a sip of the coffee and
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immediately regretted it. Tasted like burnt plastic.
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I spent 38 years becoming someone.
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You're just wearing my face. That's when I started hearing
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other voices in the cafeteria. Not my voice, different ones.
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Haley was sitting 2 tables over, staring at her hands.
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You OK? I asked.
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She looked up, her eyes were red.
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Do you hear it, too? Yeah.
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Mine keeps talking about atmospheric pressure
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calculations, about how I spent 15 years learning to read
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weather patterns. She rubbed her forehead.
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It won't stop. Johnny walked in about then.
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Big Guy looked like he could bench press a shuttle.
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He was talking to himself under his breath.
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Shut up, he kept saying. Just shut up.
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See, you're all breaking down already.
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I ignored my voice and walked over to Johnny.
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How long has yours been going? Started an hour ago.
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His jaw was tight. Keeps telling me about my
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service record. 20 years in colonial security.
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Every mission, every citation, every time I saved someone's
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life. He looked at me and I could see
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he was fighting it hard. His hands were shaking.
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They're all going to break, just like you will.
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The voice in my head sounded pleased about that.
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Over the next couple of days, it got worse.
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Way worse. The voices didn't just talk
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during quiet moments, they ran constant commentary on
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everything we did. Walking to the lab again, How
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original. I used to do significant work
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there. I tried focusing on tasks,
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checking system reports, reviewing facility layouts,
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anything to keep busy. Didn't matter.
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You think busy work makes you real?
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I published groundbreaking research on bacterial
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adaptation. You're reading maintenance logs.
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Haley stopped eating on day three, just sat in the cafeteria
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staring at her food while her voice apparently lectured her
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about fluid dynamics. Eugene, the geologist, started
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talking back to his voice out loud.
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Made conversations pretty weird. The sediment layers here are
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fascinating. He'd say to no one.
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Then he'd snap. I know that already.
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Stop telling me things. I know you don't know anything.
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You remember things. I learned my voice was getting
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nastier, more personal. 38 years of building a reputation, a
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career, relationships. You get to skip all the work and
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pretend you earned it. On day four, I went looking for
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Marvin. He hadn't shown up for his shift
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in environmental and Johnny was getting worried.
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Security guy instincts, I guess. I found him in Sector C near the
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atmospheric processors. He was sitting on the floor with
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his back against a maintenance panel.
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There was a plasma cutter next to him, still warm.
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The smell hit me first, that burnt ozone smell plasma cutters
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make mixed with something else I didn't want to think about.
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Marvin had used the cutter on his wrists, both of them clean
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cuts. He'd probably passed out from
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blood loss before he felt much pain.
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There was a note written on a piece of maintenance paperwork.
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His handwriting was shaky. The voice won't stop.
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Says I'm not the real Marvin. Says I never earned my
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certifications. Never fixed anything that
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mattered. Says I'm just a broken copy of a
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broken man. Maybe it's right.
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I called Johnny on the Comm. Didn't know what else to do.
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See how easy it was for him. He just accepted the truth.
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Shut up, I said out loud. You're talking to yourself now.
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That's the first sign Johnny showed up with Haley and Eugene.
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We stood around Marvin's body for a while.
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Nobody's saying much. What was there to say?
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We need to move him, Johnny said finally.
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We did put him in one of the cold storage units in medical.
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Johnny knew the procedures for that stuff, but it didn't end
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with Marvin. Three days later, Luna was gone.
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Eddie Tucker found her headset and uniform folded neatly beside
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the geothermal processing unit in engineering.
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She'd thrown herself right into the primary heat exchanger.
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Nothing left to recover. Her note was on official
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communications letterhead typed, not handwritten.
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The voice explained everything. I am not Luna Sullivan.
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I never worked at Mission Control.
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I never guided ships safely home.
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I am a poor imitation, wearing her memories like stolen
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clothes. The real Luna deserves better
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than this mockery. Getting the picture yet?
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My voice was practically gleeful.
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Curtis went the next day, sealed himself in Airlock 7 and vented
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it to the Martian atmosphere. The pressure change would have
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killed him in seconds. He left his note on engineering
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blueprints, mathematical equations, proving his
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worthlessness. Apparently I couldn't follow
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most of it, but the conclusion was clear enough.
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Existence requires authenticity. I am neither authentic nor
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necessary. The original Curtis Crawford was
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a brilliant engineer. I I am merely his shadow.
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By the end of the first week, we'd lost 12 people all the same
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way, all with notes about voices telling them they weren't real.
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12 down. How many left?
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I stopped counting after that. The pattern was always
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identical. The voices started gentle, just
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pointing out memories that belong to someone else.
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Then they got meaner, more specific about all the ways we
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fell short of our originals. You want to know what Doctor
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Turner was really like? He had a scar on his left hand
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from a lab accident in grad school.
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A little Crescent moon from broken glass.
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Check your hand. I looked.
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No scar. See, even your body is wrong.
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Haley was barely hanging on. She'd stopped responding to
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questions, just sat in her room staring at atmospheric readings
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while her voice apparently explained all the ways she'd
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never measure up to the real atmospheric engineer.
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Johnny was doing better, but I caught him looking at his
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sidearm sometimes. That vacant look people got
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right before they made their choice.
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It's only a matter of time. They all break eventually, even
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the strong ones. We're not breaking, I said to my
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empty quarters. We're surviving.
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Surviving. You call this surviving.
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You're a backup copy of a dead man walking around in a body
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that doesn't even match the original.
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The voice was right about one thing.
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This wasn't really survival. We were just postponing the
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inevitable. That's the spirit.
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Give up, it's easier than fighting.
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But I kept fighting anyway, mostly because the voice really
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wanted me to stop. The synthesizer started dying on
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day three. I was running diagnostics on the
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main food production unit when it just gave up.
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Made this grinding noise like someone was chewing metal.
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Then nothing. The display showed a bunch of
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error codes I'd never seen before.
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Protein matrix failure, I said out loud.
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Because that's what you do when you're alone with broken
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equipment. You talk to it like it might
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help. The backup units were already
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running at 60% capacity. I've been monitoring them since
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we woke up, watching the numbers drop every day.
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Now we were down to one working synthesizer for eight people.
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I did the math in my head. Not great.
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The water recycling system wasn't much better.
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Yesterday it was running at 85%, today 79, tomorrow probably 75.
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The decline was steady, predictable, which somehow made
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it worse. I was checking the filtration
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chambers when the floor shook. Not a big shake, just enough to
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make the tools rattle on the workbench.
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But in an underground facility, any shake is a bad shake.
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I felt it in my feet first, then heard it in the walls.
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This deep creaking sound, like the whole bunker was trying to
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stretch. That's when I noticed the crack.
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Just a hairline fracture running along the ceiling above the main
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corridor, Maybe 6 inches long. I'd walked under that spot 100
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times in the past three days. It wasn't there yesterday.
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I followed the crack with my eyes.
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It branched off into two smaller cracks near the emergency
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lighting. The concrete around the
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branching point looked stressed. Little chunks of it had already
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fallen onto the floor. Seismic activity had to be Mars
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wasn't supposed to be geologically active, but
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apparently nobody told Mars that.
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I kept working because there wasn't much else to do.
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Fixed what I could fix, made notes about what I couldn't.
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The voice in my head stayed quiet while I worked, which was
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probably the only good thing about focusing on technical
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problems. Hard to think about existential
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stuff when you're elbow deep in a malfunctioning protein
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synthesizer. But the quiet didn't last.
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Haley found me in the engineering section around noon.
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She looked like she hadn't slept much.
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None of us had been sleeping great, but Haley looked
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particularly rough. Her hair was pulled back in this
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messy ponytail, and she had that expression people get when
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they're trying to solve too many problems at once.
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We need to talk, she said. All of us.
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She'd gathered everyone in the main conference room.
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Lexi was there with dirt under her fingernails from working in
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the hydroponic Bay. Eugene had his Geological Survey
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equipment spread out on the table like he was planning an
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expedition. Eddie sat in the corner with his
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communications gear looking nervous about something.
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Johnny Morris was there too. The security chief guy barely
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said 2 words most days, but he had this way of watching
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everything that made you feel like he was cataloging threats,
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which given our situation, probably wasn't a bad thing.
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I know what we're all thinking, Haley said once we were settled.
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About what we are about whether we're real or not.
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Eugene shifted in his chair. It's a valid concern.
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No, Haley said. It's not.
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She had this tone in her voice I hadn't heard before, firm like
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she was done entertaining doubt. We're here, we're breathing,
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we're thinking and feeling and making decisions that makes us
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real. I don't care how we got here or
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what genetic template we came from, we exist.
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Lexi nodded. She's right.
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Whatever we were before, we're ourselves now.
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The question, Haley continued, is what we're going to do about
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our situation. That's when she pulled out the
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atmospheric readings. I've been working on surface
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analysis with her for the past day, running calculations on air
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composition and radiation levels.
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The numbers weren't encouraging, but they weren't completely
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hopeless either. The atmosphere is still toxic.
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I said looking at the data sheets, oxygen levels are
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basically non existent. Carbon dioxide is way too high,
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but there are pockets at higher elevations where the radiation
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is manageable. How manageable?
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Eugene asked. Short term exposure, maybe an
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hour with proper equipment before you'd need to cycle back
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underground. It wasn't much, but it was
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something. Lexi had been busy, too.
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She'd spent the morning in the hydroponic labs, taking apart
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growing systems and running soil composition tests.
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The existing hydroponic setups won't work long term, she said.
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But I found some interesting possibilities.
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The Martian soil samples we have contain trace minerals that
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could support modified Earth crops.
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We'd need to adapt the growing medium, but it's doable.
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Eugene spread his geological surveys across the table.
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I've been mapping the local terrain based on our seismic
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readings. There are mineral deposits
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within a 5 kilometer radius. Iron oxide, obviously, but also
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some rare earth elements we'd need for equipment repairs.
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How do we get to them? Johnny asked.
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Surface operations, short duration, heavily protected.
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The room got quiet. Surface operations meant going
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outside into the toxic atmosphere and radiation.
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It meant accepting that we might die trying to survive.
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That's when the voices started getting nasty.
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You're planning your own deaths, Mine whispered.
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You know that, right? I tried to ignore it, but the
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voice got louder. All this talk about mining and
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growing crops. You're not colonists, you're not
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pioneers. You're copies of dead people
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pretending to have a future. Haley was still talking about
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atmospheric processors and emergency protocols, but I could
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barely hear her over the voice in my head.
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It was getting more aggressive, more personal.
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Look at you, sitting there like you matter, like your decisions
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mean anything. You're a shadow pretending to be
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real. The worst part was how much it
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sounded like me. Not just the voice, but the
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tone, the way it attacked exactly the things I was most
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uncertain about, like it knew all my weak spots because it was
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me. The real me.
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You want to know what the original Clifford Turner would
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think about this survival plan? He'd laugh.
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He'd say you're too weak and too stupid to pull it off.
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I glanced around the room. Everyone else was focused on the
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discussion, but I could see the strain in their faces, the way
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Eugene kept rubbing his temple, how Lexi's hands were shaking
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slightly. Johnny's jaw was clenched tight.
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They were all hearing their own versions of the voice.
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Eddie had been quiet through most of the meeting, but he
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finally spoke up when Haley asked about communications.
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I've been monitoring all frequencies.
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He said Most of the channels are dead, but I've picked up some
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weak signals from Earth. Haley asked.
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No local other bunker complexes. That got everyone's attention.
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How many? I asked.
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Eddie looked down at his notes. At least 15 different signal
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sources, maybe more. The transmissions are
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fragmented, but I can make out enough to understand what's
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happening, which is they're going through the same thing we
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are. System failures, resource
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depletion, and the voices. He paused, like he didn't want
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to say the next part. Based on the signal patterns, I
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estimate there are thousands of clones across the planet, all
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waking up at roughly the same time, all dealing with the same
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psychological attacks from their originals.
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The room went completely silent. Thousands of us, all hearing
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voices, all being told we weren't real, all trying to
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survive on a planet that didn't want us alive.
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The voice in my head started laughing.
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You're not special, it said. You're just one copy among
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thousands. All of you struggling, all of
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you failing, All of you dying slowly while your originals
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watch from whatever passes for an afterlife.
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I looked around the table at the other survivors, my fellow
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clones, these people who were as real as I was.
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No matter what the voices said, we weren't just fighting for
29:31
survival anymore. We were fighting for the right
29:34
to exist. By the third month, we were down
29:39
to 47 people. I kept track on this piece of
29:42
cardboard. I'd torn off a supply box, made
29:46
little marks every time someone didn't show up for meal
29:48
distribution. Started with 96 marks, now I had
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47. The voices were winning.
29:57
That was the simple truth of it. But something weird happened
30:01
around day 90. The people who were left, they
30:06
stopped talking about giving up. Maybe it was because the
30:09
quitters had already quit. Or maybe we were just too
30:13
stubborn to die. I was in the workshop trying to
30:16
fix a broken atmospheric regulator when Johnny Morris
30:19
walked in. He'd been security chief for the
30:22
original facility. Staff still acted like it, even
30:26
though there wasn't much left to secure Turner, he said.
30:31
We need to talk about going outside.
30:34
I looked up from the regulator outside.
30:37
Still poison. Not all of it.
30:40
Sharp thinks she found something that got my attention.
30:44
Doctor Haley Sharp was our atmospheric engineer.
30:48
If she thought something was worth checking out, it probably
30:51
was. I found her in the lab 20
30:53
minutes later, hunched over a tablet that showed atmospheric
30:56
readings. She had this look on her face.
31:00
Not excited, exactly, more like she'd found a $20 bill in an old
31:05
jacket. Show me, I said.
31:10
She pointed to a section of the readings here and here.
31:14
Small pockets where the atmosphere is almost breathable.
31:17
Still toxic, but not immediately lethal.
31:21
How small? Maybe 50 meters across.
31:25
They move with the weather patterns.
31:28
I studied the data. The numbers made sense.
31:32
Weird, but not impossible. We could modify the
31:36
environmental suits, I said. Extend the filtration systems,
31:41
give us maybe six hours of surface time instead of 2.
31:46
That's what I was thinking. The suit modifications took two
31:50
weeks. I pulled components from the
31:53
broken synthesizers, rewired filtration units, added backup
31:57
oxygen canisters from the medical Bay.
32:01
Nothing fancy, just practical stuff that might keep us alive a
32:05
little longer. Eugene Hughes helped with the
32:08
technical work. He was a geologist, knew how to
32:11
make equipment work in hostile environments.
32:14
Good with his hands, too. This is insane, he said while we
32:19
tested the first modified suit. You know that, right?
32:24
Probably, I said. But staying down here is insane
32:27
too. The first surface expedition was
32:30
just me, and Johnny figured if it killed us, better to lose 2
32:34
people than 4. The airlock cycled open and we
32:38
stepped outside. Mars looked exactly like I
32:41
expected it to look. Red dirt everywhere, rocks, wind
32:45
that you could hear through the suits, audio pickups.
32:49
Nothing growing, nothing moving except dust.
32:53
But the air readings were good. The suits filtration system was
32:57
handling the atmospheric mix without any alarms.
33:01
We walked around for about an hour, collected soil samples,
33:05
checked radiation levels. This might actually work, Johnny
33:10
said over the calm. When we got back inside, I
33:14
started planning the habitat. We had plenty of salvage
33:17
material. The bunker was full of modular
33:20
wall panels, atmospheric equipment, power cells that
33:24
still held charges. The trick was figuring out how
33:28
to build something that could survive the surface conditions.
33:32
I spent three days sketching designs on the back of supply
33:35
manifests. Nothing complicated, just a
33:38
basic shelter that could house maybe 10 people.
33:42
Enough space for sleeping, food preparation, equipment, storage.
33:47
Lexi Crawford volunteered to help with the construction.
33:51
She was agricultural specialist for the original facility.
33:55
Knew how to build things that lasted.
33:58
Foundation's going to be the problem, she said.
34:01
Looking at my sketches. Grounds too unstable for
34:04
permanent mounting, so we make it portable.
34:08
Portable habitat on Mars, She laughed.
34:13
Why not? We started construction on day
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103. The work went faster than I
34:20
expected. Turns out, when you're building
34:23
something that might save your life, you pay attention to
34:27
details. Every seal, every joint, every
34:31
power connection. Eddie Tucker handled the
34:34
electrical systems communications officer, but he
34:38
understood Power Distribution. Curtis Crawford managed
34:42
structural engineering before the synthesizers killed him, so
34:47
I used his notes for the frame design.
34:50
By day 115, we had something that looked like it might work.
34:56
Basic rectangular structure about the size of a small house,
35:00
Modular walls, independent life support, enough power for
35:04
essential systems. It's not pretty, I told the
35:08
group during our evening meeting, but it'll keep us
35:11
alive. While we were building the
35:14
habitat, Sharp was working on her atmospheric processors.
35:18
I found her in the lab 1 morning, surrounded by equipment
35:22
I didn't recognize. Looked like someone had taken
35:25
apart three different machines and stuck the pieces together.
35:30
What am I looking at? I asked.
35:32
Atmospheric processor prototype takes the ambient air, runs it
35:38
through a series of filtration and chemical treatment stages.
35:43
Output something we can actually breathe.
35:46
She demonstrated with a small test unit.
35:49
Fed marsh and air samples through the input valve.
35:52
Collected the output in a sealed container.
35:55
The readings showed oxygen levels that were actually in the
35:58
safe range. How big a pocket can it handle?
36:03
Maybe 10 cubic meters of breathable space, enough for a
36:07
small room. Can you build more of them?
36:11
Give me two weeks and enough spare parts.
36:15
I gave her three weeks in every spare component I could find.
36:19
By day 120, we had four working atmospheric processors and
36:23
enough modified environmental suits for extended surface
36:26
operations. That's when I started working on
36:29
the hydroponic systems. The agricultural Bay was full of
36:34
growing equipment that had been designed for Earth crops.
36:38
Most of it was useless on Mars, but some of the components were
36:41
adaptable. The soil was the biggest
36:44
challenge. Martian regolith is basically
36:47
poison, full of perch, laureates and heavy metals that'll kill
36:51
anything you try to grow in it. But if you could process it,
36:55
clean it, add the right nutrients.
36:58
I spent a week in the lab working out the chemistry, mixed
37:02
regolith samples with organic waste from our food processing,
37:06
added mineral supplements from the medical supplies, ran pH
37:10
tests until I found something that didn't immediately kill
37:13
test seeds. You're trying to grow food and
37:17
dirt that's been sterile for millions of years, Lexi said
37:20
when I showed her the results. Yeah, but it's working.
37:26
The first Test crops were just basic vegetables.
37:29
Potatoes, lettuce, some kind of bean that grew fast.
37:34
Nothing fancy, but they grew. Slowly and not very well, but
37:39
they grew. That was enough.
37:42
By day 130, we had the beginnings of a surface
37:46
operation. A habitat that could house 10
37:49
people. Atmospheric processors that
37:52
could create small pockets of breathable air, hydroponic
37:56
systems that could grow actual food in processed Martian soil.
38:01
It wasn't much, but it was something.
38:06
And that's when I figured out what the voices actually were.
38:11
I was working alone in the habitat one evening, checking
38:14
power connections, when my voice started up again.
38:18
You're wasting time. This won't work.
38:22
You know it won't work. But this time, instead of just
38:26
ignoring it or arguing back, I actually listened to what it was
38:29
saying. Not the words, but the way it
38:33
was saying them. It sounded exactly like me.
38:38
Same speech patterns, same word choices, same way of thinking
38:42
about problems. It wasn't some external force
38:45
trying to break me down. It was me.
38:49
The original me. The guy whose memories I'd
38:52
inherited. The cloning process hadn't just
38:55
copied our bodies and implanted memories.
38:58
It had copied our thought patterns, our decision making
39:01
processes, our entire psychological framework.
39:05
And part of that framework was the original person's knowledge
39:09
that they were dying. Their despair, their sense of
39:13
failure. That's what the voices were.
39:16
Psychological echoes. The dying thoughts of the people
39:20
we've been cloned from, embedded in our neural patterns, like
39:23
background noise. Once I understood that,
39:28
everything changed. I called a meeting the next day,
39:32
got everyone together in the main hab module.
39:36
I know what the voices are, I said.
39:39
Told them everything I'd figured out.
39:42
The psychological echoes, the embedded despair, the way the
39:46
cloning process had copied not just memories, but mental
39:50
patterns. So we're stuck with them?
39:53
Eddie asked. No, we're not stuck with
39:57
anything, That's the point. I explained it like this.
40:02
We weren't inferior copies of the original facility staff.
40:07
We were the continuation of human consciousness, adapted for
40:11
survival in an impossible situation.
40:15
The originals had died knowing they'd failed.
40:18
We were living proof that they hadn't.
40:22
The voices want us to give up because that's what the
40:24
originals did. I said they accepted defeat, but
40:29
we don't have to. We're not them, Sharp said
40:33
slowly. Exactly.
40:36
We're us. We have their knowledge, their
40:39
skills, their memories, but we're not bound by their
40:44
limitations. The change didn't happen
40:47
overnight, but over the next few weeks, I watched as people
40:52
started responding differently to their voices.
40:55
Instead of arguing or ignoring them, they started acknowledging
40:59
them. Yeah, the original person was
41:02
scared. Yeah, they thought the situation
41:05
was hopeless. But that didn't make it true.
41:09
Johnny was the first one to really get it.
41:13
I found him in the workshop one morning, working on suit
41:17
modifications, humming some old song.
41:21
Voice bothering you? I asked.
41:24
It's there, he said. But I'm not listening to it
41:27
anymore, not the way I used to. What changed?
41:32
I realized something. The guy whose memories I have,
41:37
he was security chief for a facility that was designed to
41:39
fail. His job was to maintain order
41:42
while everyone died slowly. Of course, he was depressed.
41:48
He held up the suit component he was working on.
41:51
But that's not my job. My job is to keep these people
41:54
alive, and I'm pretty good at it.
41:59
That was it. The breakthrough.
42:02
Not some dramatic moment or sudden revelation, just the
42:06
quiet understanding that we were not bound by the failures of the
42:10
people we've been cloned from. The voices were still there,
42:16
probably always would be, but they didn't have the same power
42:20
over us anymore. For the first time since I'd
42:24
woken up in that medical Bay, I felt something that wasn't fear
42:28
or determination or stubborn refusal to quit.
42:31
I felt hope. No, 127.
42:35
I still wrote it that way in my head, even though we'd stopped
42:39
using the official designation weeks ago.
42:42
Old habits. I stood at the main airlock,
42:46
looking at the 30 people behind me. 31 counting myself.
42:52
That's what we had left from 96 down to 31 in four months.
42:58
The math was pretty depressing if you thought about it too
43:00
much. Everybody's got their gear
43:02
checked? I asked.
43:04
Haley nodded from the front of the group.
43:07
She'd been running triple checks on the environmental suits for
43:09
the past two days. Johnny Morris stood next to her,
43:13
that same steady expression he always wore, like nothing ever
43:18
surprised him anymore. The surface monitors showed
43:21
clear skies, no radiation storms for the next 6 hours minimum.
43:27
That gave us plenty of time to get to the site and start the
43:30
real work. All right, I said, let's go
43:34
build something. The airlock cycled through its
43:38
sequence, that familiar hiss and click.
43:42
I'd heard it so many Times Now it barely registered.
43:46
The outer door opened and there was Mars red dust stretching out
43:50
forever. Rocks scattered like someone had
43:53
dumped a giant toolbox. And in the distance, Olympus
43:57
Mons rising up like a wall. We picked our spot 3 weeks ago,
44:04
about 15 kilometers northwest of the old facility, right where
44:08
the mountains lower slopes started getting serious.
44:12
High enough that the worst radiation couldn't reach us,
44:16
close enough to the geothermal vents that we could tap into
44:19
some real power. The trek took us two hours.
44:23
Nobody talked much. We'd all made this walk before
44:26
during the scouting runs. Just the sound of boots on rock
44:30
and the steady hum of the life support systems.
44:33
When we reached the site, I stopped and looked around.
44:37
It didn't look like much yet, just a flat area we'd cleared of
44:41
the bigger rocks, marked with survey stakes, but I could see
44:45
it, the whole thing laid out in my head.
44:50
Storage modules go there, I said, pointing E Living quarters
44:54
along that Ridge. Workshop and lab spaces in the
44:57
center. Eugene Hughes was already
45:00
setting up the geological scanner.
45:03
Thermal readings look good, he called out.
45:06
We're right on top of the main vent system.
45:10
I pulled out the foundation markers and started laying them
45:13
down, 1 by 1, each one representing something we were
45:17
building instead of something we were running from.
45:21
I kept working, drove the first marker into the ground with the
45:25
survey hammer. The metal rang against rock
45:29
solid real there. Haley was running power
45:34
calculations on her tablet. If we can get the main
45:38
geothermal tap working, we'll have enough juice for
45:41
everything. Heating, atmosphere, processing,
45:44
the whole setup. What about backup power?
45:48
Johnny asked. Solar array on the South face.
45:52
I said. Plus the backup fuel cells from
45:55
the old facility. We'll have redundancy.
45:59
The afternoon passed quick. We got the basic layout marked
46:03
and started hauling equipment from the transport sleds, prefab
46:07
modules, construction tools, the atmospheric processors,
46:11
everything we'd need to make this place livable.
46:14
By evening we had the first shelter up.
46:17
Just a basic hab module, but it was ours, built by us, for us.
46:24
I stood outside as the others got settled for the night.
46:27
The stars were coming out bright and sharp in the thin
46:30
atmosphere. Earth was somewhere up there,
46:34
but I couldn't pick it out anymore, Didn't really want to.
46:39
Three weeks later I was elbow deep in Martian soil, planting
46:43
potatoes. Modified potatoes, technically
46:47
gene spliced to handle the weird chemistry and low pressure, but
46:51
still potatoes. I'd always liked potatoes.
46:55
The greenhouse was our first major construction project, 20
47:00
meters by 30, with a double wall atmosphere seal and full climate
47:05
control. It had taken us two weeks to get
47:09
it right, working in shifts around the radiation exposure
47:13
limits. Now I was kneeling in the first
47:16
planting bed, pressing modified seeds into artificial growing
47:20
medium that was half Martian regolith and half stuff we'd
47:23
synthesized from our organic waste.
47:25
Glamorous work. How's it looking?
47:29
Lexi Crawford asked from the next row over.
47:32
She was our agricultural specialist, had been working on
47:35
the soil chemistry for months. Pretty good, I said.
47:41
The pH is finally where we want it.
47:44
Nitrogen levels are stable. I placed another seed and
47:47
covered it with the reddish dirt.
47:50
Such a small thing, but if this worked, if these actually grew,
47:55
we'd have real food. Food that came from Mars instead
48:00
of from some synthesizer that was slowly breaking down.
48:04
The first shoots appeared on Saul 143.
48:08
I was doing my morning rounds when I noticed the tiny green
48:11
specks poking up through the soil.
48:14
At first I thought I was seeing things.
48:17
Mars doesn't have green. Everything here is red or brown
48:20
or Gray. But there they were, Little
48:24
green leaves, maybe a centimeter tall, reaching up toward the
48:28
artificial sunlight. Lexi, I called out.
48:32
You need to see this. She came running, stopped dead
48:36
when she saw the sprouts. Holy shit, she said.
48:41
That was it, That was the moment, looking at those tiny
48:45
green leaves growing in Martian dirt, the first Earth plants to
48:50
take root on another world. I knelt down and touched one of
48:54
the leaves. Soft and fragile, but definitely
48:58
they're definitely real. We weren't just surviving
49:03
anymore. We were growing things, making
49:06
Mars into something it had never been before.
49:10
The potatoes kept growing by Saul 160.
49:15
We had plants that were knee high and starting to flower.
49:19
The greenhouse had become this little pocket of Earth, green in
49:22
the endless red landscape. I spent a lot of time in there,
49:27
not just because of the work, but because it felt like hope,
49:32
like proof that we could make something new instead of just
49:35
trying to preserve something old.
49:38
You know what this means, right? Haley asked me one evening.
49:42
We were checking the water recycling systems, making sure
49:45
everything was running clean. What?
49:50
We're not replacements anymore, she said.
49:53
We're not backup copies of people who died.
49:56
We're the original settlers of Mars.
49:59
I stopped what I was doing and looked at her.
50:02
She was right, completely right. Our originals had been part of a
50:07
mission that failed. They died trying to establish a
50:11
colony. That never happened, but we'd
50:15
actually done it. Built something from nothing,
50:19
turned a dead rock into a place where people could live and grow
50:22
food and maybe even raise kids someday.
50:26
We were the real thing now. The actual Martian colonists saw
50:31
175. I was standing on the
50:34
observation deck of the main hab, watching the sunset behind
50:38
Olympus Mons, the whole settlement spread out below me.
50:43
12 permanent structures now, with more going up every week.
50:49
Gardens that were actually producing food.
50:52
A workshop where Eddie Tucker was building communication
50:55
equipment to talk to the other colonies.
50:58
Other colonies. That was still weird to think
51:01
about, but the long range scans had found three more groups of
51:06
survivors. People like us who'd made it
51:08
through the crisis and started building something new.
51:12
I stood there, watching the stars come out, and for the
51:16
first time since I'd woken up in that medical Bay, I wasn't
51:20
thinking about what I used to be.
51:22
I was thinking about what I was becoming.
51:25
A Martian. The first generation of actual
51:28
Martians. The wind picked up, blowing red
51:32
dust across the settlement, but inside the habs the lights were
51:38
warm and steady. People were cooking dinner and
51:42
checking equipment and making plans for tomorrow.
51:46
We'd done it, turned ourselves from copies into originals, from
51:51
survivors into pioneers.