LOG ENTRY: SOL 476
I think I can work this out.
I'm on the very edge of a storm. I don't know its size or heading. But
it's moving, and that's something I can take advantage of. I don't have to
wander around exploring it. It'll come to me.
The storm is just dust in the air; it's not dangerous to the rovers. I can
think of it as “Percent power loss.” I checked yesterdays power
generation and it was 97% of optimal. So right now, it's a 3% storm.
I need to make progress and I need to regenerate oxygen. Those are
my two main goals. I use 20% of my overall power to reclaim oxygen
(when I stop for Air Days). If I end up in an 81% part of the storm, I'll be
in real trouble. I'll run out of oxygen even if I dedicate all available
power to it. That's the fatal scenario. But really, it's fatal much earlier
than that. I need power to move or I'll be stranded until the storm passes
or dissipates. That could be months.
The more power I generate, the more I'll have for movement. With
clear skies, I dedicate 80% of my total power toward movement. I get
90km per sol this way. So Right now, at 3% loss, I'm getting 3.3km less
than I should.
It's ok to lose some driving distance per sol. I have plenty of time, but
I can't let myself get too deep in the storm or I'll never be able to get out.
At the very least, I need to travel faster than the storm. If I can go
faster, I can maneuver around it without being enveloped. I need to find
out how fast it's moving.
I can do that by sitting here for a sol. I can compare tomorrow's
wattage to today's. All I have to do is make sure to compare the same
times of day. Then I'd know how fast the storm is moving, at least in
terms of percent power loss.
But I need to know the shape of the storm, too.
Dust storms are big. They can be thousands of kilometers across. Sowhen I work my way around it, I'll need to know which way to go. I'll
want to move perpendicular to the storm's movement, and in whatever
direction has less storm.
So here's my plan:
Right now, I can go 86km (because I couldn't get a full battery
yesterday). I'm going to leave a solar cell here and drive 40km due south.
Then I'll drop off another solar cell and drive another 40km due south. I'll
have three points of reference across 80km.
The next day, I'll go back to collect the cells and get the data. By
comparing the wattage at the same time of day in those three locations,
I'll learn the shape of the storm. If the storm is thicker to the south, I'll
go north to get around it. If it's thicker north, I'll go south.
I'm hoping to go south. Schiaparelli is southeast of me. Going north
would add a lot of time to my total trip.
There's one slight problem with my plan: I don't have any way to
“record” the wattage from an abandoned solar cell. I can easily track and
log wattage with the rover computer, but I need something I can drop off
and leave behind. I can't just take readings as I drive along. I need
readings at the same time in different places.
So I'm going to spend today working on some mad science. I have to
make something that can log wattage. Something I can leave behind with
a single solar cell.
Since I'm stuck here for the day anyway, I'll leave the solar cells out. I
may as well get a full battery out of it.
LOG ENTRY: SOL 477
It took all day yesterday and today, but I think I'm ready to measure
this storm.
When I packed for this road trip, I made sure to bring all my kits and
tools. Just in case I had to repair the rover en-route.
I made the bedroom in to a lab. I stacked my supply containers to
form a rudimentary table, and used a sample box as a stool.I needed a way to track the time of day and the wattage of the solar
cell. The tricky part is logging it. And the solution is the extra EVA suit I
brought along.
The cool thing about EVA suits is they have cameras recording
everything they see. There's a camera on the right arm (or the left if the
astronaut is left handed), and one above the faceplate. A time-stamp is
burned in to the lower left corner of the image, just like the shaky home
videos Dad used to take.
My electronics kit has several power meters. So I figure: why make
my own logging system? I can just film the power meter all day long.
So that's what I set up.
First, I harvested the cameras from my spare EVA suit. I had to be
careful; I didn't want to ruin the suit. It's my only spare. I had to get the
cameras and the lines leading to their memory chips.
I put a power meter in to a small sample container, then glued a
camera to the underside of the lid. When I sealed up the container, the
camera was properly recording the readout of the power meter.
For testing, I used rover power. How will it get power once I abandon
it on the surface? Well, it turns out it's going to be attached to a 2 square
meter solar cell. That'll be plenty. And I put a small rechargeable battery
in the container to tide it over during nighttime (again, harvested from
the spare EVA suit).
The next problem is heat, or the lack thereof. As soon as I take this
thing out of the rover, it'll start cooling down mighty fast. Once it gets
too cold, the electronics will stop working entirely.
So I needed a heat source. And my electronics kit provided the
answer. Resistors. Lots and lots of them. The camera and power meter
only need a tiny fraction of what a solar cell can make. So I'm dumping
the rest of the energy through resistors.
Resistors heat up. It's what they do. There's my heat source.
I made and tested two “power loggers”, and confirmed the images
were being properly recorded.
Then I had an EVA. I detached two of my solar cells and hooked them
up to the power loggers. I let them log happily for an hour, then broughtthem back in to check the results. They worked great.
It's getting toward nightfall now. Tomorrow morning, I'll leave one
power logger behind, and head south.
While I was working, I left the Oxygenator going (why not?). So I'm
all stocked up on O2 and good to go.
The solar cell efficiency for today was 92.5%. Compared to
yesterday's 97%. So right now, the storm is moving at 4.5% per sol. If I
were to stay here another 16 sols, it would get dark enough to kill me.
Just as well I'm not going to stay here.
LOG ENTRY: SOL 478
Everything went as planned today. No hiccups. I can't tell if I'm
driving deeper in to the storm or out of it. It's hard to tell if the ambient
light is less or more than it was yesterday. The human brain works hard to
abstract that out.
I left a power-logger behind when I started out. Then, after 40km
travel due south, I had a quick EVA to set up another. Now I've gone the
full 80km, set up my solar cells for charging, and I'm logging the
wattage.
Tomorrow, I'll have to reverse course and pick up the power-loggers.
It may be dangerous; I'll be driving right back in to a known storm area.
But the risk is worth the gain.
Also, have I mentioned I'm sick of potatoes? Because, by God, I am
sick of potatoes. If I ever return to Earth, I'm going to buy a nice little
home in Western Australia. Because Western Australia is on the opposite
side of Earth from Idaho.
I bring it up because I dined on a meal pack today. I had saved 5
packs for special occasions. I ate the first of them 29 sols ago when I left
for Schiaparelli. I totally forgot to eat the second when I reached the half-
way point 9 sols ago. So I'm enjoying my belated half-way feast.
It's probably more accurate to eat it today anyway. Who knows how
long it'll take me to go around this storm. And if I end up stuck in thestorm and doomed to die, I'm totally eating the other earmarked meals.
LOG ENTRY: SOL 479
Have you ever taken the wrong freeway entrance? You need to drive
to the next exit to turn around, but you hate every inch of travel because
you're going away from your goal.
I felt like that all day. I'm now back where I started yesterday
morning. Yuk.
Along the way, I picked up the power-logger I'd left behind at the
half-way point. Just now I brought in the one I'd left here yesterday.
Both loggers worked they way I'd hoped. I downloaded each of their
video recordings to a laptop and advanced them to noon. Finally I had
solar efficiency readings from three locations along an 80km line, all
from the same time of day.
As of noon yesterday, the northern-most logger showed 12.3%
efficiency loss, the middle one was a 9.5% loss, and the rover recorded a
6.4% loss at its southernmost location. It paints a pretty clear picture: the
storm front runs northwest to southeast. And I already worked out it's
traveling west.
The best way to avoid it is to go south.
Finally, some good news! South is what I wanted. I won't lose much
time.
Sigh... I have to drive the same god damned path a third time
tomorrow.
LOG ENTRY: SOL 480
I think I'm getting ahead of the storm.
Having traveled along Mars Highway 1 all day, I'm back at my
campsite from yesterday. Tomorrow, I'll finally make real headway
again. I was done driving and had the camp set up by noon. Theefficiency loss here is 15.6%. Compared to the 17% loss at yesterday's
camp, this means I can outrun the storm as long as I keep heading south.
Hopefully.
The storm is probably circular. They usually are. But I could just be
driving in to an alcove. If that's the case, I'm just fucking dead, ok?
There's only so much I can do.
I'll know soon enough. If the storm is circular, I should get better and
better efficiency every day until I'm back to 100%. One I reach 100% that
means I'm completely south of the storm and I can start going east again.
We'll see.
If there were no storm, I'd be going directly southwest toward my
goal. As it is, going only south, I'm not nearly as fast. I'm traveling 90km
per day as usual, but I only get 37km closer to Schiaparelli because
Pythagoras is a dick. I don't know when I'll finally clear the storm and be
able to beeline to Schiaparelli again. But one thing's for sure: My plan to
arrive on Sol 495 is boned.
Sol 549. That's when they come for me. If I miss it, I'll spend the rest
of my very short life here. And I still have the MAV to modify before
then, too.
Sheesh.
LOG ENTRY: SOL 482
Air day. A time for relaxation and speculation.
For relaxation, I read 100 pages of Agatha Christie's Evil Under the
Sun courtesy of Johanssen's digital book collection. I think Linda
Marshall is the murderer.
As for speculation, I speculated on when the hell I'll get past this
fucking storm.
I'm still going due south every day; and still dealing with efficiency
loss (though I'm keeping ahead of it). Every day of this crap I'm only
getting 37km closer to the MAV instead of 90. Pissing me off.
I considered skipping the Air Day. I could go another couple of daysbefore I ran out of oxygen, and getting away from the storm is pretty
important. But I decided against it. I'm ahead of the storm enough that I
can afford one day of no movement. And I don't know if a couple more
days would help. Who knows how far the storm goes south?
Well, NASA probably knows. And the news stations back on Earth are
probably showing it. And there's probably a website like www.watch-
mark-watney-die.com. So there's like a hundred million people or so who
know exactly how far south it goes.
But I'm not one of them.
LOG ENTRY: SOL 484
Finally!
I am FINALLY past the god damned storm. Today's power regen was
100%. No more dust in the air. With the storm moving perpendicular to
my direction of travel, it means I'm south of the southernmost point of
the cloud (presuming it's a circular storm. If it's not then fuck.)
Starting tomorrow, I can go directly toward Schiaparelli. Which is
good, cause I lost a lot of time. I went 540km due south while avoiding
that storm. I'm catastrophically off course.
Mind you, it hasn't been that bad. I'm well in to Terra Meridiani now,
and the driving is a little easier here than the rugged ass-kicking terrain
of Arabia Terra. Schiaparelli is almost due east, and if my sextant and
Phobos calculations are correct, I've got another 1030km to get there.
Accounting for air days and presuming 90km of travel per sol, I
should arrive on Sol 505. Not too bad, really. The Nearly-Mark-Killin'
storm only ended up delaying me by 7 sols.
I'll still have 44 sols to do whatever MAV modifications NASA has in
mind.
LOG ENTRY: SOL 487I have an interesting opportunity here. And by “opportunity” I mean
Opportunity.
I got pushed so far off course, I'm actually not far from the Mars
Exploration Rover Opportunity. It's about 300km away. I could actually
get there and pull a Pathfinder on it. It would take about 4 sols.
Thing is, it's not worth it. I'm only 13 sols away from the MAV. Why
go out of my way to dig up another broken-ass rover to use as a makeshift
radio when I'll have a brand new, fully functional communication system
within a couple of weeks.
So, while it's kind of neat that I'm within striking range of another
rover (man we really littered this planet with them, didn't we?) it's not
relevant.
Besides, I've defiled enough future historical sites for now.
LOG ENTRY: SOL 492
I need to put some thought in to the bedroom.
Right now, I can only have it set up when I'm inside the rover. It
attaches to the airlock, so I can't get out if it's there. During my road trip
that didn't matter, because I had to furl it every day anyway. But once I
get to the MAV, I won't have to drive around anymore. Each
decompress/recompress of the bedroom stresses the seams (I learned that
lesson the hard way when the Hab blew up) so it's best if I can find a way
to leave it out.
Holy shit. I just realized I actually believe I'll get to the MAV. See
what I did there? I casually talked about what I'll do after I get to the
MAV. Like it was nothing. No big deal. I'm just going to pop over to
Schiaparelli and hang with the MAV there.
Nice.
Anyway, I don't have another airlock. I've got one on the rover and
one on the trailer and that's it. They're firmly fixed in place, so it's not
like I can detach one and attach it to the bedroom.
But I can seal the bedroom entirely. I don't even have to do anybullshit hatchet jobs on it. The airlock attachment point has a flap I can
unroll seal the opening with. Remember, I stole the airlock attachment
from a pop-tent. It's an emergency feature for pressure loss while in the
rover. It'd be pretty useless if it couldn't seal itself off.
Unfortunately, as an emergency device, it was never intended to be
reusable. The idea was people seal themselves in the pop tent, then the
rest of the crew drives to wherever they are in the other rover and rescues
them. The crew of the good rover detaches the pop tent from the breached
rover, and re-attaches it to theirs. Then they cut through the seal from
their side to recover their crewmates.
To make sure this would always be an option, mission rules dictated
no more than 3 people could be in a rover at once, and both rovers had to
be fully functional or we couldn't use either.
So here's my brilliant plan: I won't use the bedroom as a bedroom
anymore once I get to the MAV. I'll use it to house the Oxygenator and
Atmospheric Regulator. Then I'll use the trailer as my bedroom. Neat, eh?
The trailer has tons of space. I put a fuckton of work in to making that
happen. The balloon gives plenty of headroom. Not a lot of floor space,
but still lots of vertical area.
Also, the bedroom has several valve apertures in its canvas. I have the
pop-tents to thank for that again. I just needed swaths of canvas so I stole
it from wherever I could. I stole a lot from the pop tents, and they had
valve apertures (triple redundant ones, actually). NASA wanted to make
sure the emergency shelter allows the crew on the outside to get air in to
the crew on the inside.
In the end, I'll have the bedroom sealed with the Oxygenator and
Atmospheric Regulator inside. It'll be attached to the trailer via hoses to
share the same atmosphere and I'll run a power line through one of the
hoses. The rover will serve as storage (because I won't need to get to the
driving controls any more) and the trailer will be completely empty. Then
I'll have a permanent bedroom. I'll even be able to use it as a workshop
for whatever MAV modifications I need to do on parts that can fit
through the trailer's airlock.
Of course, if the Atmospheric Regulator or Oxygenator haveproblems, I'll need to cut in to the bedroom to get to them. But I've been
here 492 sols and they've worked fine the whole time, so I'll take that
risk.
LOG ENTRY: SOL 497
I'll be at the entrance to Schiaparelli crater tomorrow!
Presuming nothing goes wrong, that is. But hey, everything else has
gone smoothly this mission, right? (That was sarcasm.)
Today's an Air Day and for once, I don't want it. I'm so close to
Schiaparelli, I can taste it. I guess it would taste like sand, mostly, but
that's not the point.
Of course, that won't be the end of the trip. It'll take another 3 sols to
get from the entrance to the MAV, but hot damn! I'm almost there!
I think I can even see the rim of Schiaparelli. It's way the hell off in
the distance and it might just be my imagination. It's 62km away, so if
I'm seeing it, I'm only just barely seeing it.
Tomorrow, once I get to Entrance Crater, I'll turn south and enter the
Schiaparelli Basin via the “Entrance Ramp.” I did some back-of-the-
napkin math and the slope should be pretty safe. The elevation change
from the rim to the basin is 1.5km, and the Ramp is at least 45km long.
That makes for a 2-degree grade. No problem.
Tomorrow night, I'll sink to an all new low!
Lemme rephrase that...
Tomorrow night, I'll be at rock bottom!
No, that doesn't sound good either...
Tomorrow night, I'll be in Giovanni Schiaparelli's favorite hole!
Ok, I admit I'm just fucking around now.
For millions of years, the rim of the crater had been under constant
attack from wind. It eroded the rocky crest like a river cuts through a
mountain range. After aeons, it finally breached the edge.The high pressure zone created by the wind now had an avenue to
drain. The breach widened more and more with each passing millennium.
As it widened, dust and sand particles carried along with the attack
settled in the basin below.
Eventually, a balance point was reached. The sand had piled up high
enough to be flush with the land outside the crater. It no longer built
upward, but now outward. The slope lengthened until a new balance point
was reached, one defined by the complex interactions of countless tiny
particles and their ability to maintain an angled shape. Entrance Ramp
had been born.
The weather brought dunes and desert terrain. Nearby crater impacts
brought rocks and boulders. The shape became uneven.
Gravity did its work. The ramp compressed over time. But it did not
compress evenly. Differing densities shrunk at different rates. Some areas
became hard as rock while others remained as soft as talc.
While providing a small average slope into the crater, the ramp itself
was rugged and bitterly uneven.
Upon reaching Entrance Crater, the lone inhabitant of Mars turned his
vehicle toward the Schiaparelli Basin. The difficult terrain was
unexpected, but looked no worse than other terrain he routinely
navigated.
He went around the smaller dunes, and carefully crested the larger
ones. He took care with every turn, every rise or fall in elevation, and
every boulder in his path. He thought through every course and
considered all alternatives.
But it wasn't enough.
The rover, while descending down a seemingly ordinary slope, drove
off an invisible ridge. The dense, hard soil suddenly gave way to soft
powder. With the entire surface covered by at least 5cm of dust, there
were no visual hints to the sudden change.
The rover's left front wheel sank. The sudden tilt brought the right
rear wheel completely off the ground. This in turn put more weight on the
left rear wheel, which slipped from it's precarious purchase into the
powder as well.Before the traveler could react, the rover rolled on to its side. As it
did, the solar cells neatly stacked on the roof flew off and scattered like a
dropped deck of cards.
The trailer, attached to the rover with a tow clamp, was dragged
along. The torsion on the clamp snapped the strong composite like a
brittle twig. The hoses connecting the two vehicles also snapped. The
trailer plunged head-long in to the soft soil and flipped over on to its
balloon-roof, shuddering to an abrupt halt.
The rover was not so lucky. It continued tumbling down the hill,
bouncing the traveler around like clothes in a dryer. After 20 meters, the
soft powder gave way to more solid sand and it shuddered to a halt.
The rover had come to rest on its side. The valves leading to the now
missing hoses had detected the sudden pressure drop and closed. The
pressure seal was not breached.
The traveler was alive for now.