We were promised a majestic future. We got no such thing. Someone dropped me here, and left me with no guidance, no promise of majestic accomplishments, and no way out. A remote radio prompt was sent every hour or so. The last one had me engage the drill and gyrate enough to jar a rock sample loose for inspection, photos and subsequent transmission. The frustration grew by the day. I’d beep and screech so earth station personnel would be alerted. As the last iteration of the Mars Rover, my time was almost up, after fifteen long years. I was dying.
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