Writer's Block: Heavenly Bodies

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Raxacoricofallapatorius.

There has to be one.

File under Shit I'm Never Actually Going To Write

Not even a plot for this one.

Mars is being colonized. People start dying. There is one guy left alive. I think it should be called either "Man from Mars" or "The Last Martian. I have written this and will write no more:


Keep your suits on, they said, always keep your suits on, even in the huts, even where it's pressurized and temperature-controlled and constantly monitored because you never know when these things might break.

Keep your suits on, because it's not like they've been using this tech on Earth's moon for sixty years without a single recorded incident.
Keep you suits on, because there's water here, and you don't know what things we haven't found. You don't know what lies dormant in the dust.

Keep your suit on, sweat and work and breathe and piss and keep your goddamned suit on, and they did, every day, until the claustrophobic loneliness drives you mad.

And they did, every single day, for nothing more than hope.

If anyone's curious, the tech I was referencing was this. *shrugs* I dunno, it seems kinda cool.