Mars, fourth planet from the Sun.

At the end of the 19th and dawn of the 20th century, thoughts will be home to Marsians,

little green men.

Popularized in stories like HD Wells War of the Worlds in 1898, inventor slash mad scientist

Nicholas Tesla, one of the four fathers of modern technology, thought Marsians were actively

communicating with Earth in 1899.

By the end of the 20th century, we learned that Mars does not have Marsians despite the

stubborn beliefs of conspiracy theorists.

What it does have is a thin atmosphere susceptible to intense solar windstorms and golfing the entire

planet in red dust.

Unable to retain the sun's heat, temperatures complement to negative 225 degrees Fahrenheit

in the brutal Martian winter, there's no water, no living organisms, any kind, not even

Matt Damon could grow plans there.

The Martian movie reference for those you wonder how that fucking Matt Damon got to

Mars.

It's a giant red rock of dust, ancient volcanoes, canyons, caves and valleys and short, it's

shithole.

Imagine the worst time you've ever been to, like battle mountain Nevada for me.

Think about how much I'm a suck to live there.

Picture the worst neighborhood of the worst town you've ever been to and then imagine

a whole city between nothing but that neighborhood and then put that in the middle of northern

Nevada with nothing but tumbleweeds, high desert and barbed wire fence for like a hundred

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