Chapter 3- Sol 25
Well, I've been stuck on Mars for several days now. 19 Days to be exact. In that time I have devoted myself to planting all my seeds. I went out and made various trips outside to collect soil. I collected the soil that would most likely absorb the nutrients of the earth soil, so the finer the better. After carefully mixing both soils with water, I waited several days until it looked fresh enough. Then I planted the seeds and here I am. The reason I didn't continue documenting all of this is because⦠well its boring as shit. Who wants to reads about me struggling to make dirt from dirt? My fault for not being able to make it sound interesting I guess.
My injuries have also managed to heal. If they hadn't I wouldn't have gotten to work that fast. So, my food supply looks good, but without contact to NASA I might never get out of here. After 19 days here I think a rescue mission has not been called on yet. Some orthodox prick might also be complaining that we shouldn't venture into the unknown. That this is the price we pay for our greed for knowledge. Future missions might be called off. If that happens then I'm really screwed.
So, I guess there's nothing left to it but to go out there and find the damn dish. I need to let NASA know I'm here. Tomorrow though. Planting seeds is harder than it sounds. Especially on Mars.
