Day seventy-two and it’s all the same, Histon mused. He was getting tried of these Mars runs. He had only signed on for a year, and here he was five years later still doing the supply runs to the India Station.
“Why didn’t I train to do the deep runs back on earth?” he said aloud. “At least they only last a week.” But despite his love of the sea, he given in to that “Reach for the stars” poster at the Employment Exchange. Mars is hardly “the stars,” he thought, but I do get to see enough of the stupid things. Oh well, same old same old.