One Too Many

“It’s not one thing, Bill . . . It’s the rain, and the winds, and the dust, and the heat . . . the food, things you can’t identify, things that taste like string. No milk. No coffee. No eggs. No meat . . . Being hot, cold, drenched, parched, tired, and restless, all within an hour or so. Oh I could scream!”

Life on Mars was far from heavenly for the refugees of Earth. Joining the existing human col...