to
know," he sighed and stretched. "I take it the solar cells
on the backpack and helmet won't help much?"
He
turned to Roberts who shook his head in confirmation. "No,
they'll give you a trickle charge, enough to run a fan and maybe some
electronics, but we did a motion study, the only way they will do a
lot of good will be if the person held still facing the sun,"
Roberts said shaking his head as he sat down.
"Okay,
it was a nice idea. Should we pull them?" Mario asked.
"Yeah,
we can save some weight," Luigi sighed and scratched a little.
Mrs. Johnston looked away. "We'll keep the solar cells on the
roof of the hab and rovers, but make the hab ones modular so we can
pull them or adjust them," Luigi ordered. He nodded to his
brother who nodded back.
...*...*...*...*...
Mario
hefted the log and grunted. He looked over to the other side of the
log and snarled. "Remind me to thank you good and proper for
this," he grunted again as Luigi shifted his weight. All the
teams were grumbling over this latest brainstorm. If he was lucky
there would be a mutiny and his brother would be strung up.
"Yeah.
Yeah," Luigi sighed. He was aching in some unusual places. He
had just thought he'd been fit.
"All
right you pussies, time to move!" The DI walked beside them. "I
want a trot up the hill move it!"
Luigi
grunted. It was difficult compensating for Mario's shorter body. The
teams were switching out as people were injured or exhausted. Several
people had quit. He was sorry to see them go, but in a way glad. It
was better that they quit now, when the project was beginning, then
half way into their training. Of course the grueling training was
starting to hit the public.
"Pick
it up!" The DI yelled in his ear. He grunted and shifted the
load, trying to get it off the painful spot on his collarbone. Mario
snarled something but the rain washed the sound out. They had two
more days of this before they went back to shuffling papers. That is
if they survived.
...*...*...*...*...
“All
right, so both men and women are getting implants to sterilize them
for five years. That will make it easier to regulate our periods
too,” Wanda said, propping her wrapped ankle up. Wanda looked
up at Latisha who grimaced but nodded. They'd gone through the
training like the men and were heartily glad it was mostly over. They
still had weekly exercises but now the teams were really coming
together.
"Should
we make it mandatory that everyone get their appendix removed prior
to flight?" Wanda looked over to the medical director who
nodded.
Latisha
wrinkled her nose. "Maybe, but there was that study in 2009 that
the appendix is actually a useful organ... Wait." She pulled out
her Iphone and checked the web. "Got it. Yeah, it is a haven for
friendly bacteria, and it is used to restock the intestinal tract
after being flushed with diarrhea. It is also used in conjunction
with the immune system." She looked up.
"So
that's a maybe," Wanda nodded. "Okay, good to know."
Doctor
Shelby shrugged. "Yeah, we need to know more, I'll have my
assistant draw up a paper to go over later in the week," she
said. Wanda nodded.
...*...*...*...*...
"Commander
Joyce Longfeather?" Mario looked up to the aid as she waved the
short broad faced woman forward. She had a mocha skin, with classic
American Indian facial structure. He was surprised that she had
entered the military, and even more surprised that she had applied
for and been accepted for the Mars program. Either someone was trying
to keep a broad racial type in the crew, or she was an exceptional
woman. Most likely both.
He
nodded and then turned. "Mario right?" her soft contralto
asked. He smiled as he got up. "I'm Commander Longfeather,
commander of the team. I think we crossed paths in basic training,
but the teams weren't settled then," she said as they shook
hands. Mario nodded. Wanda had tripped and twisted her ankle during
basic, forcing him back to team three. Her recovery had put them back
on team two, the
know," he sighed and stretched. "I take it the solar cells
on the backpack and helmet won't help much?"
He
turned to Roberts who shook his head in confirmation. "No,
they'll give you a trickle charge, enough to run a fan and maybe some
electronics, but we did a motion study, the only way they will do a
lot of good will be if the person held still facing the sun,"
Roberts said shaking his head as he sat down.
"Okay,
it was a nice idea. Should we pull them?" Mario asked.
"Yeah,
we can save some weight," Luigi sighed and scratched a little.
Mrs. Johnston looked away. "We'll keep the solar cells on the
roof of the hab and rovers, but make the hab ones modular so we can
pull them or adjust them," Luigi ordered. He nodded to his
brother who nodded back.
...*...*...*...*...
Mario
hefted the log and grunted. He looked over to the other side of the
log and snarled. "Remind me to thank you good and proper for
this," he grunted again as Luigi shifted his weight. All the
teams were grumbling over this latest brainstorm. If he was lucky
there would be a mutiny and his brother would be strung up.
"Yeah.
Yeah," Luigi sighed. He was aching in some unusual places. He
had just thought he'd been fit.
"All
right you pussies, time to move!" The DI walked beside them. "I
want a trot up the hill move it!"
Luigi
grunted. It was difficult compensating for Mario's shorter body. The
teams were switching out as people were injured or exhausted. Several
people had quit. He was sorry to see them go, but in a way glad. It
was better that they quit now, when the project was beginning, then
half way into their training. Of course the grueling training was
starting to hit the public.
"Pick
it up!" The DI yelled in his ear. He grunted and shifted the
load, trying to get it off the painful spot on his collarbone. Mario
snarled something but the rain washed the sound out. They had two
more days of this before they went back to shuffling papers. That is
if they survived.
...*...*...*...*...
“All
right, so both men and women are getting implants to sterilize them
for five years. That will make it easier to regulate our periods
too,” Wanda said, propping her wrapped ankle up. Wanda looked
up at Latisha who grimaced but nodded. They'd gone through the
training like the men and were heartily glad it was mostly over. They
still had weekly exercises but now the teams were really coming
together.
"Should
we make it mandatory that everyone get their appendix removed prior
to flight?" Wanda looked over to the medical director who
nodded.
Latisha
wrinkled her nose. "Maybe, but there was that study in 2009 that
the appendix is actually a useful organ... Wait." She pulled out
her Iphone and checked the web. "Got it. Yeah, it is a haven for
friendly bacteria, and it is used to restock the intestinal tract
after being flushed with diarrhea. It is also used in conjunction
with the immune system." She looked up.
"So
that's a maybe," Wanda nodded. "Okay, good to know."
Doctor
Shelby shrugged. "Yeah, we need to know more, I'll have my
assistant draw up a paper to go over later in the week," she
said. Wanda nodded.
...*...*...*...*...
"Commander
Joyce Longfeather?" Mario looked up to the aid as she waved the
short broad faced woman forward. She had a mocha skin, with classic
American Indian facial structure. He was surprised that she had
entered the military, and even more surprised that she had applied
for and been accepted for the Mars program. Either someone was trying
to keep a broad racial type in the crew, or she was an exceptional
woman. Most likely both.
He
nodded and then turned. "Mario right?" her soft contralto
asked. He smiled as he got up. "I'm Commander Longfeather,
commander of the team. I think we crossed paths in basic training,
but the teams weren't settled then," she said as they shook
hands. Mario nodded. Wanda had tripped and twisted her ankle during
basic, forcing him back to team three. Her recovery had put them back
on team two, the
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