Letter from Mars.
Hi Mom, I hope this email gets to you, and that you are ok. I’m fine, sorry you haven’t heard from me sooner, but it turns out there is not a consistent Wi-Fi here on Mars, or internet, or actually, anything. It turns out you can only send an email when there are at least 2 space craft journeying between Earth and Mars, so that when you hit “send” on your computer to launch your email to earth, it will be boosted off the nearest craft and forwarded onto the second craft which is closer to earth which will then boost the email on to Earth and finally will make it to your computer. But only if the powers be let me send my email, if there is enough bandwidth to carry mine. Government emails get preference over civilian correspondence. I’m not a tech geek, so I don’t know if I am explaining this right. Anyway, now that I’m here on Mars, one of 100 first lottery winners that won the chance of a lifetime opportunity to be a settler on Mars, and make history, I think I have made a huge mistake. I don’t think I fit in, I don’t want to explore the desert out there in a clunky spacesuit. I want to breathe fresh air, not bottled oxygen. It’s scary out there. You have to worry about solar flares and radiation all the time you are outside of your dome. Speaking of which, I miss stick built houses and windows that open, and doors that slam. I miss grass, and trees. Heck, I even miss mosquitoes and flies, and you know how much I hate flies. There’s nothing here. Nothing to do except watch videos on t.v. Nothing new, anyway, just old reruns. And the food is miserable, turns out I hate crickets. Yes, they are our main source of protein here. I must have been asleep when that was mentioned to us. I do have a window to look out of, a thick porthole, actually. Not that there is anything to see. I’ve inserted a picture I took of the view.
