The Martian

by Энди Вейр

  “How? I don’t understand.”

  “I don’t want to get in to the how,” Johanssen said.

  “Look,” he said, leaning toward the camera. “I’ve always respected your privacy and independence. I never tried to pry in to your life, never tried to control you. I’ve been really good about that, right?”

  “Yeah,” she said.

  “So in exchange for a lifetime of staying out of your business, let me nose in just this once. What are you not telling me?”

  She fell silent for several seconds. Finally, she said “They have a plan.”

  “Who?”

  “There’s always have a plan,” she said. “They work out everything in advance.”

  “What plan?”

  “They picked me to survive. I’m youngest. I have the skills necessary to get home alive. And I’m the smallest and need the least food.”

  “What happens if the probe fails, Beth,” her father asked. This time, he was uncharacteristically firm.

  “Everyone would die but me,” she said. “They’d all take pills and die. They’ll do it right away so they don’t use up any food. Commander Lewis picked me to be the survivor. She told me about it yesterday. I don’t think NASA knows about it.”

  “And the supplies would last until you got back to Earth?”

  “No,” she said. “We have enough food left to feed six people for a month. If I was the only one, it would last 6 months. With a reduced diet I could stretch it to 9. But it’ll be 17 months before I get back.”

  “So how would you survive?”

  “The supplies wouldn’t be the only source of food.” she said.

  He widened his eyes. “Oh… oh my god…”

  “Just tell Mom the supplies would last, ok?”

  Taiyang Shen's con-trail wafted in the chilly Gobi sky. The ship, no longer visible to the naked eye, pressed onward toward orbit. Its deafening roar dwindled to a distant rumbling thunder.

  “Perfect launch,” Venkat said enthusiastically.

  “Of course,” said Zhu Tao.

  “You guys really came through for us,” Venkat said. “And we’re grateful!”

  “Naturally.”

  “And hey, you guys get a seat on Ares 5. Everyone wins.”

  “Mmm.”

  Venkat looked at Zhu Tao sideways. “You don’t seem too happy.”

  “I spent 4 years working on Taiyang Shen,” he said. “So did countless other researchers, scientists, and engineers. Everyone poured their souls in to construction while I waged a constant political battle to maintain funding.

  “In the end, we built a beautiful probe. The largest, sturdiest unmanned probe in history. And now it’s sitting in a warehouse. It’ll never fly. The State Council won’t fund another booster like that.”

  He turned to Venkat. “It could have been a lasting legacy of scientific research. Now it’s a delivery run. We’ll get a Chinese astronaut on Mars, but what science will he bring back that some other astronaut couldn’t have? This operation is a net loss for mankind’s knowledge.”

  “Well,” Venkat said cautiously, “It’s a net gain for Mark Watney.”

  “Mmm,” Zhu Tao said.

  “Distance 61m, velocity 2.3m/s,” Johanssen said.

  “No problem,” Martinez said, his eyes glued to his screens. One showed the camera feed from docking port A, the other a constant feed of the probe’s telemetry.

  Lewis floated behind Johanssen and Martinez’s stations.

  “Visual contact,” Beck’s voice came over the radio. He stood in Airlock 3 (via magnetic boots), fully suited up with the outer door open. The bulky SAFER Unit on his back would allow him free motion in space should the need arise. An attached tether led to a spool on the wall.

  “Vogel,” Lewis said in to her headset. “You in position?”

  Vogel stood in the still-pressurized Airlock 2, suited up save his helmet. “Ja, in position and ready,” he replied. He was the emergency EVA if Beck needed rescue.

  “All right, Martinez,” Lewis said. “Bring it in.”

  “Aye, Commander.”

  “Distance 43m, velocity 2.3m/s.” Johanssen called out.

  “All stats nominal,” Martinez reported.

  “Slight rotation in the probe,” Johanssen said. “Relative rotational velocity is 0.05rps.”

  “Anything under 0.3 is fine,” Martinez said. “The capture system can deal with it.”

  “Probe is well within manual recovery range,” Beck reported.

  “Copy,” Lewis said.

  “Distance 22m, velocity 2.3m/s.” Johanssen said. “Angle is good.”

  “Slowing her down a little,” Martinez said, sending instructions to the probe.

  “Velocity 1.8… 1.3…” Johanssen reported. “0.9… stable at 0.9m/s.”

  “Range?” Martinez asked.

  “12m,” Johanssen replied. “Velocity steady at 0.9m/s.”

  “Angle?”

  “Angle is good.”

  “Then we’re in line for auto-capture,” Martinez said. “Come to papa.”

  The probe drifted gently to the docking port. Its capture boom, a long metal triangle, entered the port’s funnel, scraping slightly along the edge. The port pulled the boom in, aligning and orienting the probe automatically. After several loud clanks echoed through the ship, the computer reported success.

  “Docking complete,” Martinez said.

  “Seal is tight,” Johanssen said.

  “Beck,” Lewis said. “Your services won’t be needed.”

  “Roger that, commander,” Beck said. “Closing airlock.”

  “Vogel, return to interior,” she ordered.

  “Copy, Commander,” he said.

  “Airlock pressure to 100%” Beck reported. “Re-entering ship… I’m back in.”

  “Also inside,” Vogel said.

  Lewis pressed a button on her headset. “Houst- er… Jiuquan, probe docking complete. No complications.”

  “Glad to hear it, Hermes,” came Mitch’s voice over the comm. “Report status of all supplies once you get them aboard and inspected.”

  “Roger Jiuquan,” Lewis said.

  Taking off her headset, she turned to Martinez and Johanssen. “Unload the probe and stow the supplies. I’m going to help Beck and Vogel de-suit.”

  Martinez and Johanssen floated down the hall toward docking port A.

  “So,” he said, “who would you have eaten first?”

  She glared at him.

  “Cause I think I’d be tastiest,” he continued, flexing his arm. “Look at that. Good solid muscle there.”

  “You’re not funny.”

  “I’m free range, you know. Corn-fed.”

  She shook her head and accelerated down the hall.

  “Come on! I thought you liked Mexican!”

  “Not listening,” she called back.

  Chapter 20

  LOG ENTRY: SOL 376

  I’m finally done with the rover modifications!

  The hard part was figuring out how to maintain life support. Everything else was just hard work. A lot of hard work.

  I haven’t been good at keeping the log up to date, so here’s a recap:

  First I had to finish drilling holes with the Pathfinder-murderin' drill. Then I chiseled out a billion little chunks between the holes. Ok, it was 749 but it felt like a billion.

  Then I had one big hole in the trailer. I filed down the edges to keep them from being too sharp.

  Remember the pop-tents? I cut the bottom out of one and the remaining canvas was the right size and shape. I used seal-strips to attach it to the inside of the trailer. After pressurizing and sealing up leaks as I found them, I had a nice big balloon bulging out of the trailer. The pressurized area is easily big enough to fit the Oxygenator and Atmospheric Regulator.

  The regulator has an external component imaginatively named the “Atmospheric Regulator External Component.” The regulator pumps air to the AREC to let Mars freeze it. It does this a
long a tube that runs through a valve in the Hab’s wall. The return air comes back through another tube just like it.

  Getting the tubing through the balloon canvas wasn’t too hard. I have several spare valve patches. Basically they’re 10x10cm patches of Hab canvas with a valve in the middle. Why do I have these? Consider what would happen on a normal mission if the regulator valve broke. They’d have to scrub the whole mission. Easier to send spares.

  The AREC is fairly small. I made a shelf for it just under the solar panel shelves. The tubing and shelf are ready for when I eventually move the AREC over.

  There’s still a lot to do.

  I’m not in any hurry; I’ve been taking it slow. One 4-hour EVA per day spent on work, the rest of the time to relax In the Hab. Plus, I’ll take a day off every now and then, especially if my back hurts. I can’t afford to injure myself now.

  I’ll try to be better about this log. Now that I might actually get rescued, people will probably read it. I’ll be more diligent and log every day.

  LOG ENTRY: SOL 380

  I finished the heat reservoir.

  Remember my experiments with the RTG and having a hot bath? Same principle, but I came up with an improvement: Submerge the RTG. No heat will be wasted that way.

  I started with a Large Rigid Sample Container (or “plastic box” to people who don’t work at NASA). I ran a tube through the open top and down the inside wall. Then I coiled it in the bottom to make a spiral. I glued it in place like that, and sealed the end. Using my smallest drill bit, I put dozens of little holes in the coil. The idea is for the return air to pass through the water as a bunch of little bubbles. The increased surface area will get the heat in to the air better.

  Then I got a Medium Flexible Sample Container (“Ziploc bag”) and tried to seal the RTG in it. But the RTG has an irregular shape, and I couldn’t get all the air out of the bag. I can’t allow any air in there. Instead of heat going to the water, some would get stored in the air, which could superheat and melt the bag.

  I tried a bunch of times, but there was always an air pocket I couldn’t get out. I was getting pretty frustrated until I remembered I have an airlock.

  Suiting up, I went to Airlock 2 and depressurized to a full vacuum. I plopped the RTG in the bag and closed it. Perfect vacuum seal.

  Next came some testing. I put the bagged RTG at the bottom of the container and filled it with water. It holds 20L, and the RTG quickly heated it. It was gaining a degree per minute. I let it go until it was a good 40C. Then I hooked up the regulator’s return air line to my contraption and watched the results.

  It worked great! The air bubbled through, just like I’d hoped. Even better, the bubbles agitated the water, which distributed the heat evenly.

  I let it run for an hour, and the Hab started to get cold. The RTG’s heat can’t keep up with the total loss from the Hab’s impressive surface area. Not a problem. I’ve already established it’s plenty to keep the rover warm.

  I reattached the return air line to the regulator and things got back to normal.

  LOG ENTRY: SOL 381

  I’ve been thinking about laws on Mars.

  Yeah, I know, it’s a stupid thing to think about, but I have a lot of free time.

  There’s an international treaty saying no country can lay claim to anything that’s not on Earth. And by another treaty, if you’re not in any country’s territory, maritime law applies.

  So Mars is “international waters.”

  NASA is an American non-military organization, and it owns the Hab. So while I’m in the Hab, American law applies. As soon as I step outside, I’m in international waters. Then when I get in the Rover, I’m back to American law.

  Here’s the cool part: I will eventually go to Schiaparelli crater and commandeer the Ares 4 lander. Nobody explicitly gave me permission to do this, and they can’t until I’m aboard Ares 4 and operating the comm system. After I board Ares 4, before talking to NASA, I will take control of a craft in international waters without permission.

  That makes me a pirate!

  A Space Pirate!

  LOG ENTRY: SOL 383

  You may be wondering what I do with my free time. I spent a lot of it sitting around on my lazy ass watching TV. But so do you, so don’t judge.

  Also, I plan my trip.

  Pathfinder was a cake run. Flat, level ground all the way. The only problem was navigating. But the trip to Schiaparelli will mean going over massive elevation changes.

  I have a rough satellite map of the whole planet. It doesn’t have much detail, but I’m lucky to have it at all. NASA didn’t expect me to wander 3200km from the Hab.

  Acidalia Planitia (Where I am) has a relatively low elevation. So does Schiaparelli. But between them it goes up and down by 10km. There’s going to be a lot of dangerous driving.

  Things will be smooth while I’m in Acidalia, but that’s only the first 650km. After that comes the crater-riddled terrain of Arabia Terra.

  I do have one thing going for me. And I swear it’s a gift form God. For some geological reason, there’s a valley called Mawrth Vallis that’s perfectly placed.

  Millions of years ago it was a river. Now its valley that juts in to the brutal terrain of Arabia almost directly toward Sciaparelli. It’s much gentler terrain than the rest of Arabia Terra, and the far end looks like a smooth ascent out of the valley.

  Between Acidalia and Mawrth Vallis I’ll get 1350km of relatively easy terrain.

  The other 1850km… well that won’t be so nice. Especially when I have to descend in to Schiaparelli itself. Ugh.

  Anyway. Mawrth Vallis. Awesome.

  LOG ENTRY: SOL 385

  The worst part of the Pathfinder trip was being trapped in the rover. I had to live in a cramped environment that was full of junk and reeked of body odor. Same as my college days.

  Rim shot!

  Seriously though, it sucked. It was 22 sols of abject misery.

  I plan to leave for Schiaparelli 100 sols before my rescue (or death), and I swear to fucking God I’ll rip my own face off if I have to live in the rover for that long.

  I need a place to stay where I can stand up and take a few steps without hitting things. And no, being outside in a goddamn EVA suit doesn’t count. I need personal space, not 50kg of clothing.

  So today, I started making a tent. Somewhere I can relax while the batteries recharge; somewhere I can lay comfortably while sleeping.

  I recently sacrificed one of my two pop tents to be the trailer balloon. The other is in perfect shape. Even better, it has an attachment for the rover’s airlock. Before I made it a potato farm, its original purpose was a lifeboat for the rover.

  I could attach the pop tent to either vehicle’s airlock. I’m going with the rover instead of the trailer. The rover has the computer and controls. If I need to know status of anything (like life support or how well the battery is charging) I’ll need access. This way, I’ll be able to walk right in. No EVA.

  Also, while traveling, I’ll keep it folded up in the rover. In an emergency, I can get to it fast.

  The pop tent is the basis of my “bedroom,” but not the whole thing. It’s not very big; not much more space than the rover. But it has the airlock attachment so it’s a great place to start. My plan is to double the floor area and double the height. That’ll give me a nice big space to relax in.

  Hab canvas is flexible. When you fill it with pressure, it wants to become a sphere. That’s not a useful shape. So the Hab and the pop-tents have special flooring material. It unfolds as a bunch of little segments that won’t open beyond 180 degrees so it remains flat.

  The pop tent base is a hexagon. I have another base left over from what is now the trailer balloon. So when it’s done, my bedroom will be two adjacent hexes with walls around them and a crude ceiling.

  It’s gonna take a lot of glue to make this happen.

  LOG ENTRY: SOL 387

  The pop tent is 1.2m tall. It’s not made for comfort. It’s made for as
tronauts to cower in while their crewmates rescue them. I want 2 meters. I want to be able to stand! I don’t think that’s too much to ask.

  On paper, it’s not hard to do. I just need to cut canvas pieces to the right shapes, seal them together, then seal them to the existing canvas and flooring.

  But that’s a lot of canvas. I started this mission with 6 square meters and I’ve used most of that up. Mostly on sealing the breach from when the Hab blew up.

  Goddamn Airlock 1.

  Anyway, my bedroom will take 30 square meters of the stuff. Way the hell more than I have left. Fortunately, I have an alternate supply of Hab canvas: The Hab.

  Problem is (follow me closely here, the science is pretty complicated) if I cut a hole in the Hab, the air won’t stay inside anymore.

  I’ll have to depressurize the Hab, cut chunks out, and put it back together (smaller). I spent today figuring out the exact sizes and shapes of canvas I’ll need. I needed to not fuck this up, so I triple-checked everything. I even made a model out of paper.

  The Hab is a dome. If I take canvas from near the floor, I can pull the remaining canvas down and re-seal it. The Hab will become a lopsided dome, but that shouldn’t matter. As long as it holds pressure. I only need it to last another 62 sols.

  I drew the shapes on the wall with a Sharpie. Then I spent a long time re-measuring them and making sure, over and over, that they were right.

  That was all I did today. Might not seem like much, but the math and design work took all day. Now it’s time for dinner.

  I’ve been eating potatoes for weeks. Theoretically, with my 3/4 ration plan, I should still be eating food packs. But 3/4 ration is hard to maintain, so now I’m eating potatoes.

  I have enough to last till launch, so I won’t starve. But I’m pretty damn sick of potatoes. Also, they have a lot of fiber, so… let’s just say it’s good I’m the only guy on this planet.

  I saved 5 meal packs for special occasions. I wrote their names on each one. I get to eat “Departure” the day I leave for Schiaparelli. I’ll eat “Half-way” when I reach the 1600km mark, and “Arrival” when I get there.