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edited June 2017 in Short Fiction

Another Planet in the Same Old Universe

(to be continued)

It's Earth day 14 of the Mars
mission. We wake in the middle of the Martian night. It doesn't matter. When we
started this we knew everything would be relative and everything would be
switched around and changed. We were not people, none of us were, who loved our
lives on Earth so much that we couldn't just dump it. None of us had cherished
routines oe even special food likes. None of use were comforted that easily,
that's how we were selected. The discomfort test is one of the most valid
psychological tests ever formulated. Bless the Harvard professors who wrote

At the same time, the big shots were a little disappointed with the
mission because things were not different or variable enough.This was hardly a
challenge that tested any of us. There was solid sand at our well-covered and
masked feet. We never flew when we jumped, even though we could jump pretty far.
In the distance there were things we still called mountains and hills. The same
old sun rose in the martian morning, even though it was so pale and small it
made most of us laugh, an emasculated sun god. Ha ha!

Were we going home?
I think so. That's what they told us. Soon. I could live with the fear. I like
fear. It has a pleasant jiggle on my heart. Anyway what could happen? We could
just continue our journey and travel to a lot stranger places.

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