So today Watney started to add our (bodily) waste to the Mars dirt. At first, I didn't consider the consequences. Now, I can't breath without almost vomiting. It smells like the cattle barn at my old county fair in Indiana in here! Too bad we don't have any milkshakes or corn dogs. Then it'd be like the real thing.
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The Other Martian
FanfictionWhat if there was another member of the Ares 3 crew? What if she was stranded on Mars with Mark Watney? What if?
