I am very surprised that Watney kept working at all after he discovered that my data stick had over 50 full length movies on it. Every evening as we searched through the cabinets of the Hab to figure out what freeze dried delicacy we would each be eating, he would chat about what movie he wanted to watch that night, and which movies of mine he had no interest in ever watching.
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"Come on, Mark! I think that you'd like the Aristocats! It's a classic!"
"Shut up, Connie. We both know that dogs are the superior animal. If we are going to watch a movie tonight, I demand that it be one that I actually respect. One that is not only a classic, but also an iconic piece of cinematic history."
"What, pray tell, is this masterpiece?"
"101 Dalmations."
"I'm done." I started to head for my bunk.
"What do you mean?" He followed behind me.
"Let me guess: you picked that movie for the sole fact that it is about dogs and not cats, right?" He was silent, but a grin was slowly growing on his face. "You're impossible."
"Come on, Connie. We've been here alone for almost a month now, and we still can't agree on a movie to watch. At this rate, it will still be quite some time before you profess your love for me." I stared him in the eye and burst out laughing.
"That's the funniest thing that you have said this whole time, Watney. If you still want to watch a movie, I am willing to settle on Mary Poppins." He mumbled something under his breath about how we should be taking turns to pick what movie we were going to watch, but I just ignored him and walked back to where I had left my food.
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The Other Martian
FanficWhat if there was another member of the Ares 3 crew? What if she was stranded on Mars with Mark Watney? What if?
