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The hab: quiet, warm, dust free.
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Burnham: "Make no little plans, for they have no magic
to stir men's blood."
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We are like birds, aligning ourselves with
the sun.
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The suit on its stand, like someone
preparing to walk out.
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Six people alone in the hab, the
conversation shifts to more personal matters, "Samson, how are you
liking St. Mary's?"
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A stateroom bunk, workstation, shelf.
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Midnight view from the hab
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Australian who won the Mars Society prize
for lobbying his legislature: "We need to be part of this. It's the
human way of being."
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All night we could hear the flag whipping
in the north wind.
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Possibly I have gotten the first repetitive stress
injury in history from opening the door of a Mars habitat.
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Standing here at 1am, alone on the crater's
rim, I know it will happen.
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Mark Webb: "I already feel lonely cooking
for only 20."
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In '98 the weekly arrival of a plane was
exciting. Now we have an airstrip with daily flights and even two
helicopters. I look up and say, "Oh, there is a plane."
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Something different, and therefore
interesting...
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"Safety is our number one priority."
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Waiting for the planes to arrive...
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Waiting for the planes to arrive... |
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Waiting for the planes to arrive...
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Still waiting for the planes to arrive...
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"Consider all that happened here--over 23
million years and over these two or three weeks."
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Early August, after the first winter
blizzard...
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Five-time shuttle astronaut, John
Grunsfeld, said to me, "Welcome back." As if I were the one who had
been somewhere.
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