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?