Martian Immigration

I don’t know what this is. Maybe I could mix it up with something, like underground refugees he finds. Maybe he’s captured by the Martian Immigration Police. Maybe he finds evidence of ancient Martians by accident. Let it simmer…

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Too many people got on the boat. We crashed somewhere on Mars. At least, they said it was too many people, and I assume that’s why we crashed. Who knows? Could be anything. It was a cheap ride.

I walk outside under the blue-red sky and wonder what desert lay here centuries ago and what beauty is here now. The surface of the nearby lake ripples in the wind, and the trees smell like a dream. Nothing like it on Earth, nothing at all, but I guess that’s one of the necessities of progress.

The rocket that got me here was cheap. It was one of those that they overbook to get that much more money. Look where it got them! I’m the only survivor.

Any family I had is long gone. My only friend died in the crash. I’m here, alone, and I don’t know in which direction the closest settlement lies. I drink water by the lake, sit, and think.