Pushing the boundaries and uniting the world: That’s what Mars One is about.
Io, this is Admiral Muhan of the Martian Congressional Republic Navy. You fire anything bigger than a bottle rocket and we will glass the whole fucking moon. Do you read me?
I have to give her what you did, don’t I?” she said. “Enough of my personal information for Aurilelde to link to her own… so that the congruency between us is complete, and all this works out the way it should…”
Kit didn’t say anything.
…But why wouldn’t I? Nita thought. To make all this come out all right. She nodded to Irina. Irina nodded back, turned away.
And only then did it occur to Nita, with a shock, that this would mean it hadn’t been Aurilelde who Kit had been so attracted to. It was her…
My attention was quickly riveted by a large red star close to the distant horizon. As I gazed upon it I felt a spell of overpowering fascination-it was Mars, the god of war, and for me, the fighting man, it had always held the power of irresistible enchantment. As I gazed at it on that far-gone night it seemed to call across the unthinkable void, to lure me to it, to draw me as the lodestone attracts a particle of iron.
People seem weak, but they’re strong.
They seem strong, but they’re weak.
No matter how much you cry, you still have to sleep.
And you even get hungry.
You suddenly realize you’re doing the same things you did yesterday.
You say hi to your friends and smile just like you did yesterday.
Life goes on as if nothing ever happened…
I want to go somewhere…
Somewhere where I can forget everything.
…where I’ll forget everything
…and be reborn.
Mars Volume 18
There’s always someone who cares. Someone whose life would simply stop. You just don’t know it yet, or you haven’t found them yet.
Two Dutch, two Americans, one German and one Australian. And yet, as the rocket began to quake beneath us, my mind focused on a man in Antarctica. I thought about Sam “Snowbow” Archambeau waiting for the September sunrise to reach the South Pole. I smiled recalling him getting a haircut in a lawn chair next to the frozen barbershop pole.” — Nikki in the upcoming novel, “Nikki White: Polar Extremes” (Nikki, #3)
No one loves us here, let’s go to Mars.
Karl stood up and pointed at the large portraits on the wall. He swept the room from George Washington to Ben Franklin to John Adams to Thomas Jefferson. “Soldier, Printer, Lawyer, Scholar. You become a politician because the people make you one, not because you desire to be one.
The moon is considered a relatively easy object to land humans on, everything else is much harder by orders of magnitude. It is the reason why we have not been to Mars and will likely never go there successfully with humans.