The Martian comicals: Exploring alien worlds in an old roadster

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If you awoke to the sound of crunching metal early this morning, it was probably me leaving the house. That's if you live on Mars, anyway.
And I certainly do. I have a lovely clapboard gaff with a generous porch. I have a companion who stands, forever, in the doorway wearing a spacesuit. I have a sleek roadster with cream-coloured fins and no suspension. The roadster's what you heard doing all the crunching, actually. In my eagerness to get started, I often drive it into the walls of the car port a few times before tooling off down the road.
There is a certain expectation about the way we will colonise space. We will colonise it seriously and with measured skill, and when we reach the stars, we will have earned that right by virtue of how competent, how appropriate we are.
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