Every human being has a basic instinct,
to help each other out.
If a hiker gets lost in the mountains,
people coordinate a search.
If an earthquake levels the city,
people all over the world send emergency supplies.
This instinct is found in every culture
without exception.
At around 4:30 am our satellites detected a storm approaching
the Aries 3 mission site on Mars.
The storm had escalated to severe
and we had no choice but to abort the mission.
But during the evacuation,
Astronaut Mark Watney was killed.
I’m entering this log for the record.
This is Mark Watney and I’m still alive,
obviously.
I have no way to contact Nasa or my crew mates.
But even if I could it would take four years for another manned mission to reach me
and I’m in a Hab designed to last thirty-one days.
So, in the face of overwhelming odds,
I’m left with only one option.
I’m going to have to science the shit out of this.
Okay, let’s do the math.
I got to figure out to grow four years worth of food
here on a planet where nothing grows.
But if I can’t figure out a way to make contact
with Nasa none of this matters anyway.
Houston be advised.
We got a video message. It’s directed to the whole crew.
Play it.
My god!
Mark Watney’s still alive.
In your face Neil Armstrong.
We left him behind.
Let’s go get our boy.
This is something Nasa rejected,
so we are talking mutiny.
And if we mess up the supply rendezvous,
we die.
If we mess up the earth gravity assist,
we die.
It’s space. It doesn’t cooperate.
I guarantee you that at some point
everything is going to go south on you
and you are going to say this is it.
This is how I end.
Is it possible that he’s still alive?