The First Martians I: Freedom

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Waking up on Mars

Red sand, light breeze, dust devils towering into the pale brick sky. Two voices in my head, one talking now, the other from eight minutes ago. Cold if I could feel it, my metal arm creaks scratching at pink pebbles. I cook the red dirt sniffing with hope laced…