We watched from the window.
For nine thousand years the blue was simply there — the one fact no one thought to question.
Crewed Transfer Program/Cycle 04
Earth gave us a beginning.
Mars will have to give us the rest.
For nine thousand years the blue was simply there — the one fact no one thought to question.
Impact at 04:11 UTC. The crust opened along nine hundred kilometres and the atmosphere went to light.
Eleven minutes of tumble. No horizon, no down, no station answering on any band.
A cold, iron-red world that had waited four billion years without once being called home.
We stayed anyway. That is the entire history of our species, compressed into one held breath.
Every number below is the real price of the transfer. None of them are negotiable.
Hohmann transfer, minimum energy. Two hundred and eleven mornings with no sunrise.
Radio round-trip: up to 44 minutes. Every question outlives its urgency.
You will weigh a third of yourself. Your bones will believe it within a year.
Colder than any winter Earth has ever run. The air is 95% carbon dioxide and 6 millibars thin.
Two pilots, one flight surgeon, one geologist, one botanist, one engineer. No passengers. There is no such thing as a passenger on this vehicle.
The program is one-way by design. We are not visiting. We are moving.
Trans-Mars injection over the Pacific terminator. Three minutes forty at full throttle, and the number that matters — escape velocity — is simply exceeded.
Seven months of rotation for gravity, of hydroponics, of the crew learning what silence at 44-minute latency actually does to a conversation.
The vehicle enters a 6-millibar atmosphere at 5.8 km/s and asks it to do the work of a rocket. Seven minutes with no input possible from Earth.
Powered descent into Utopia Planitia, beside the cargo stacks that landed two years earlier and have been quietly making oxygen ever since.
Not a flag, not a footprint, not a photograph to bring back. A pressure seal, a water line, a second crop. The first address on another world.
Cycle 05 opens for candidacy at the next transfer window. Six seats. Twenty-six months until the sky lines up again.
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