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“I don't even know what to say. This was an insane plan and somehow it worked! I'm going to be talking to someone again. I spent three months as the loneliest man in history and it's finally over. Sure, I might not get rescued. But I won't be alone. The whole time I was recovering Pathfinder, I imagined what this moment would be like. I figured I'd jump up and down a bit, cheer, maybe flip off the ground (because this whole damn planet is my enemy), but that's not what happened. When I got back to the Hab and took off the EVA suit, I sat down in the dirt and cried. Bawled like a little kid for several minutes. I finally settled down to mild sniffling and then felt a deep calm. It was a good calm.”

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The Martian

In this thrilling science fiction novel, an astronaut becomes the sole survivor of a Mars mission gone awry. Stranded on the red planet, he must use his ingenuity and resourcefulness to survive until rescue can be arranged. more

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Andy Weir
Andy Weir

Andy Weir is an American science fiction novelist, best known for his novel 'The Martian,' which tells the story of an astronaut stranded on Mars and his struggle to survive. His writing style is characterized by scientific accuracy and a sense of humor. more

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