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Ares 2 did the same thing, in a different location on Mars. They got a Naturally, they didn't send us to Mars until they'd confirmed all the supplies had made it to the surface “The Martian” is copyright © Andy Weir, All rights reserved. ANDY WEIR Originally self- published, in different form, as an ebook in Ares 2 did the same thing, in a different location on Mars. “Andy Weir delivers with The Martian a story for readers who enjoy thrillers, science fiction, non-fiction, or flat-out adventure [and] an authentic portrayal of the .


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Buy the Ebook: . “Andy Weir delivers with The Martian a story for readers who enjoy thrillers, science fiction, non-fiction, or flat-out adventure [and] an. damsels in distress acting out on the kind of dying Mars popularized by With The Martian, first-time novelist Andy Weir has jumped into that large pool of. How close are we to having the technology to send astronauts to Mars? 2. Explain the eBook: ANDY WEIR was first hired as a programmer for a national laboratory at age fifteen and has been working as a software.

And they were right. We would literally die for each other. Missed Orbit Scenario is a situation that could come up when we return to Hermes our main ship in orbit from the surface of Mars. Problem is, Hermes is powered by ion engines. They give a slow, constant acceleration rather than a powerful point-thrust like chemical rockets.

Three days in a ship. So the crew compartment is small. Just six seats and some control panels. Pick your five favorite people and then sit in a van with them for three days. And not like a road trip, either.

Need to go to the bathroom? Get a bag and ask people to look away. Need to sleep? Want to make light conversation? Pretty soon, things get on your nerves. Everything someone says or does pisses you off.

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We kept things professional, but we were all seething by the time it ended. But we kept it together. Each of us enjoying some solitude. And they gave us the weekend off. So I feel better about that. However, one good thing came out of it: I have even more respect for Lewis than I did before.

As commander, Lewis has a lot of responsibilities. Arguably the most important is making sure the crew gets along. She showed her annoyance as much as the rest of us, but kept professional and levelheaded the whole time. Instead she admonished us all, and subtly made herself a more imposing problem than our petty squabbles with each other. And it worked. She knows how to make people get along in small spaces.

And we pulled through. Overall, Missed Orbit Scenario was a worthy cause. July 6th This could be my last night on Earth. We launch tomorrow. Especially things that deliberately induce drowsiness. Makes sense, really. I tried to take my mind off things with some internet surfing. But you know what? So no help there. I feel bad for Lewis and Vogel, who both had to say goodbye to their spouses a week ago. And I especially feel bad for Martinez, who has a wife and one-year-old baby.

Drawing on his ingenuity, his engineering skills—and a relentless, dogged refusal to quit—he steadfastly confronts one seemingly insurmountable obstacle after the next.

Will his resourcefulness be enough to overcome the impossible odds against him? It feels so real it could almost be nonfiction, and yet it has the narrative drive and power of a rocket launch.

This is Apollo 13 times ten. Clear your schedule before you crack the seal. This story will take your breath away faster than a hull breech. Smart, funny, and white-knuckle intense, The Martian is everything you want from a novel.

Weir has crafted a relentlessly entertaining and inventive survival thriller, a MacGyver-trapped-on-Mars tale that feels just as real and harrowing as the true story of Apollo A great read with an inspiring attention to technical detail and surprising emotional depth.

Loved it! You can't shake the feeling that this could all really happen. It's Robinson Crusoe on Mars, 21st century style.

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Set aside a chunk of free time when you start this one. You're going to need it because you won't want to put it down. The result is a story that is as plausible as it is compelling. I guess someone will find it eventually. Maybe a hundred years from now. For the record. Just not on Sol 6 when everyone thinks I did.

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The Ares Program. Mankind reaching out to Mars to send people to another planet for the very first time and expand the horizons of humanity blah, blah, blah. The Ares 1 crew did their thing and came back heroes.

They got the parades and fame and love of the world. Ares 2 did the same thing, in a different location on Mars. They got a firm handshake and a hot cup of coffee when they got home. Ares 3.

Well, that was my mission. Okay, not mine per se.

Commander Lewis was in charge. I was just one of her crew. Actually, I was the very lowest ranked member of the crew. I wonder if this log will be recovered before the rest of the crew die of old age.

I presume they got back to Earth all right. You did what you had to do. In your position I would have done the same thing. I guess I should explain how Mars missions work, for any layman who may be reading this. We got to Earth orbit the normal way, through an ordinary ship to Hermes. All the Ares missions use Hermes to get to and from Mars. Once we got to Hermes, four additional unmanned missions brought us fuel and supplies while we prepared for our trip. Once everything was a go, we set out for Mars.

But not very fast. Gone are the days of heavy chemical fuel burns and trans-Mars injection orbits. Hermes is powered by ion engines. They throw argon out the back of the ship really fast to get a tiny amount of acceleration. Suffice it to say we got to Mars days later without strangling each other. From there, we took the MDV Mars descent vehicle to the surface. The MDV is basically a big can with some light thrusters and parachutes attached.

Its sole purpose is to get six humans from Mars orbit to the surface without killing any of them. A total of fourteen unmanned missions deposited everything we would need for surface operations.

They tried their best to land all the supply vessels in the same general area, and did a reasonably good job. But they tend to bounce around a lot. Start to finish, including supply missions, a Mars mission takes about three years. In fact, there were Ares 3 supplies en route to Mars while the Ares 2 crew were on their way home. The most important piece of the advance supplies, of course, was the MAV.

The Mars ascent vehicle. That was how we would get back to Hermes after surface operations were complete. The MAV was soft-landed as opposed to the balloon bounce-fest the other supplies had. Of course, it was in constant communication with Houston, and if there had been any problems with it, we would have passed by Mars and gone home without ever landing.

The MAV is pretty cool. Turns out, through a neat set of chemical reactions with the Martian atmosphere, for every kilogram of hydrogen you bring to Mars, you can make thirteen kilograms of fuel. It takes twenty-four months to fill the tank.

It was a ridiculous sequence of events that led to me almost dying, and an even more ridiculous sequence that led to me surviving. The mission is designed to handle sandstorm gusts up to kph.

So Houston got understandably nervous when we got whacked with kph winds. We all got in our flight space suits and huddled in the middle of the Hab, just in case it lost pressure. The MAV is a spaceship. It has a lot of delicate parts.

After an hour and a half of sustained wind, NASA gave the order to abort. We had to go out in the storm to get from the Hab to the MAV. That was going to be risky, but what choice did we have? Our main communications dish, which relayed signals from the Hab to Hermes, acted like a parachute, getting torn from its foundation and carried with the torrent.

Along the way, it crashed through the reception antenna array. Then one of those long thin antennae slammed into me end-first. It tore through my suit like a bullet through butter, and I felt the worst pain of my life as it ripped open my side.

I vaguely remember having the wind knocked out of me pulled out of me, really and my ears popping painfully as the pressure of my suit escaped. I awoke to the oxygen alarm in my suit. A steady, obnoxious beeping that eventually roused me from a deep and profound desire to just fucking die.

The storm had abated; I was facedown, almost totally buried in sand. The antenna had enough force to punch through the suit and my side, but it had been stopped by my pelvis.

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So there was only one hole in the suit and a hole in me, of course. I had been knocked back quite a ways and rolled down a steep hill. Somehow I landed facedown, which forced the antenna to a strongly oblique angle that put a lot of torque on the hole in the suit. It made a weak seal. Then, the copious blood from my wound trickled down toward the hole. As the blood reached the site of the breach, the water in it quickly evaporated from the airflow and low pressure, leaving a gunky residue behind.

More blood came in behind it and was also reduced to gunk. Eventually, it sealed the gaps around the hole and reduced the leak to something the suit could counteract.

The suit did its job admirably. Sensing the drop in pressure, it constantly flooded itself with air from my nitrogen tank to equalize. Once the leak became manageable, it only had to trickle new air in slowly to relieve the air lost. After a while, the CO2 carbon dioxide absorbers in the suit were expended.

Not the amount of oxygen you bring with you, but the amount of CO2 you can remove. In the Hab, I have the oxygenator, a large piece of equipment that breaks apart CO2 to give the oxygen back. But the space suits have to be portable, so they use a simple chemical absorption process with expendable filters. Between the breach and the bloodletting, it quickly ran out of nitrogen. All it had left was my oxygen tank. So it did the only thing it could to keep me alive.

It started backfilling with pure oxygen. I now risked dying from oxygen toxicity, as the excessively high amount of oxygen threatened to burn up my nervous system, lungs, and eyes.

An ironic death for someone with a leaky space suit: Every step of the way would have had beeping alarms, alerts, and warnings. But it was the high-oxygen warning that woke me. The sheer volume of training for a space mission is astounding. I knew what to do. Carefully reaching to the side of my helmet, I got the breach kit.

The idea is you have the valve open and stick the wide end over a hole. The tricky part was getting the antenna out of the way. I pulled it out as fast as I could, wincing as the sudden pressure drop dizzied me and made the wound in my side scream in agony. I got the breach kit over the hole and sealed it. It held. The suit backfilled the missing air with yet more oxygen.

Checking my arm readouts, I saw the suit was now at 85 percent oxygen. I stumbled up the hill back toward the Hab. As I crested the rise, I saw something that made me very happy and something that made me very sad: The Hab was intact yay! Right that moment I knew I was screwed. I limped back to the Hab and fumbled my way into an airlock. As soon as it equalized, I threw off my helmet.

Once inside the Hab, I doffed the suit and got my first good look at the injury. It would need stitches. Fortunately, all of us had been trained in basic medical procedures, and the Hab had excellent medical supplies. A quick shot of local anesthetic, irrigate the wound, nine stitches, and I was done.

I knew it was hopeless, but I tried firing up the communications array. No signal, of course.

The primary satellite dish had broken off, remember? And it took the reception antennae with it.They thought I was dead. All the facts about Mars are accurate, as well as the physics of space travel the story presents.

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But they tend to bounce around a lot. I love reading up on current space research. Or worse! So the crew compartment is small. So Houston got understandably nervous when we got whacked with kph winds. Was there an alternative choice? Then, the copious blood from my wound trickled down toward the hole.