Today Watney decided to judge all of the music that I and the rest of the crew have on our computers. I was sitting at a work station eating the contents of a meal packet when suddenly German orchestra music started to blare throughout the whole Hab. Watney quickly shut it off, and yelled over at me.
"Hey, Connie, how do you turn down the sound on the Hab's speakers?" I rolled my eyes and stood up. I walked over to where he was sitting and showed him where, right above him on the wall, there was a nob that controlled the speakers.
"You really didn't know it was right there?"
"No, I knew where it was, but I knew that if I just asked you to walk over here that you wouldn't." He had a good point. I wouldn't have.
"So, what's the reason for this little chat then? My freeze dried food is getting cold."
"I'm looking through all of the stuff that the others had on their computers, and believe you me, there is some weird stuff on here. A ton of Vogel's stuff is encrypted and in German. Probably NSFW stuff, if I know that man..."
"Don't judge his stuff. I'm sure your whole data stick is filled with NSFW stuff, if I know you..."
"HA. HA. HA. YOU ARE HILARIOUS, MURPHEY!!!!!! Let's see what kinda music Johanssen has on her's. Probably tons of early 2000s boy band crap." Sure enough, the songs of Backstreet Boys were soon playing inside the Hab.
"Please turn that off. I had enough of that music when it was still new..."
"Same here... Let's look at yours." I almost tried to resist, but then I thought about it, and I let him do it. "Wow, I would have thought that you'd be yelling at me right now."
"I have nothing to hide, Watney." I turned and started to walk back to my food.
"You have full movies on this 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?
