Literature
An Affectionate Ramble- Eli
Well, it’s day 3,973 of living on this massive expanse of nothing, and counting. Each day sees progress I suppose. An apartment complex erected here, or a road paved there, the small improvements only minimally making a dent in favor of life in a lifeless desert. Still, the setting sun glistening over the Martian horizon, warped through the tempered glass of the city’s biodome really makes this place… well, no, it still doesn’t do anything to improve this shit-hole of a planet; it’s such a living hell, you couldn’t program a robot to willingly tolerate this barren, dusty wasteland unless you gave it proper