Stars in your multitudes, scarce to be counted, filling the darkness with order and light.

[tookashirototheknee]

[Matt might be good at the network, but that doesn't mean he has complete control over his thoughts. Sometimes things slip through. But in this case, it's probably for the better.]

Oh, for the love of space peas, that's it!

[He pauses, and then sets out to make slightly more coherent comments. Standing in front of a mirror, at first all people can see is a detailed star chart. Anyone who is familiar with stars from earth would know this isn't exactly a view from Earth, but it's similar.]

So, I totally forgot that I got blessed with visions or hallucinations or something like that, but I had a... something of a star field. I don't know if I was there or in a planetarium or what, but I drew it out.

And then I realized. This is the star field as seen from Mars. I'd be a crap Garrison graduate if I couldn't figure that one out. So, uh, on top of everything else that's going on, we're going to Mars.

I haven't been there myself, but my dad's told me a lot about it, so I can help. I hope.

Comments

[hiddensword]

Nobody loves space peas.

I just hope we can keep our own suits and don't get forced in to those bulky old fashioned ones.

[tookashirototheknee]

Hey! Dad loves space peas. Granted, I never really got his obsession with them, but. He's not nobody.

Ew. Yeah. I really don't want to have to be in one of the old suits. How in the world did anyone get anything done with those clunky boots and gloves?! And the breathing and cooling systems were completely archaic.

[hiddensword]

He's your dad, of course he told you they're good. Eat your space veggies and all that.

I think they had to use like...joystick claw arms or something and had chest mounted displays.

Early astronauts were crazy.