Connie's Log- Sol 18
Ever since Watney and I have created our truce, it has been much easier to work with him. Yesterday we started to cut up our potatoes that we were supplied with at the beginning of the mission to use for Thanksgiving dinner. This morning and yesterday evening we worked to get them all planted in the newly designed "HAB greenhouse." Watney is still trying to figure out how to water the plants since we don't have much water to spare. It's not like we have another water reclaimer if the one we have gives out. That's why he's trying to make a more sustainable and less wasteful way to water the spuds.
Hopefully he won't get hurt. He's the botanist, so if he dies, I don't think that I'd be able to figure out what to do. I mean, knowing me, I'd probably harvest them either too soon or too late, and then waste all of the effort and time that has been spent on this project. I'm glad that I have Watney here to help me, otherwise, I'd be dead. I'm sure of it. I can do anything technological that is needed, but I'm not too good when it comes to more Agricultural related things.
Even though I'm from rural Indiana, a place filled with corn and cows, I never really saw the "glamor" of raising crops and lifestock. Having three Ag-minded brothers and parents to match, I was deemed as foolish by my family to want to go to college and study mechanical engineering instead of something more "Indiana practical" like agricultural engineering or farm management.
Well, I took the figurative bull by the horns and took my own path, away from the worn one of my relatives. I studied mechanical engineering with a minor in astrophysics. It was tough, but I survived and soon got a job at NASA. I was so happy, but my family was sad to see me go. I'm just glad that they finally started to understand that I was capable of more than just living on a rural farm and raising chickens with a farmer husband and 12 children.
But here I am. Stuck on Mars. I'm so thankful that I have Watney, because without him, this farm girl wouldn't be able to survive. It's a sad thought, I know, but I'm sure that if my family could talk to me now, they'd say that they told me so.
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The Other Martian
ФанфикWhat if there was another member of the Ares 3 crew? What if she was stranded on Mars with Mark Watney? What if?
