Log Entry: Sol 6
At this point, I believe that I am fucked.
I'm stranded on Mars. I'm sitting on my ass knowing that l'm alone on this red-ish surface with nothing to look at but the craters, the plant seeds I brought, and some dirt from Earth.
Why do I have seeds you ask? Well, I'm a botanist.
Why am I stranded here? Lets just say that some unfortunate things had to happen with the ship and my group was torn between leaving me or dying here.
My reason for being here was that I was on Ares 3 where my objective was to see if people can grow life on Mars. Although my career has earned me the title "Guy with the green thumb", luck was definitely not on my side this time.
I gave a little chuckle of defeat. I rose up from my sitting position and with a sigh of disappointment, I gave the people above me the sign.
They nodded to my sign in recognition and shut down the simulator.
I stood as the visuals dispersed to show nothing but a white room. I walked out to meet up with my group and discussed what we did wrong that trial and how me being stranded could've been prevented. Afterwards, I drove home from the station.
Life seemed good as usual.