Robinson Crusoe On Mars Page #2

Mona!

[Screeching]

[Screeching Continues]

Come on now.

Let's not start a war.

[Whimpering]

Well, obviously you don't need that.

Boy...

do I need these.

Here. Let's open up

those sleeves, huh?

That a little more comfortable, huh?

[Mona Chattering Softly]

[Air Hisses]

[Whimpering]

[Blowing]

[Mona Chattering Softly]

[Soft Chattering Continues]

[Sighs]

[Breathing Heavily]

That's all there is, baby.

[Mona Whimpers]

[Squawking]

[Squawks]

[Grunting]

[Chattering]

[Chattering, Whimpering]

[Whimpers]

Here. Here.

Take the rest of it.

Take the rest of it. Yeah.

That's it.

Mine too.

No more rationing.

You'll have a full belly.

Won't be for long.

- Huh? Huh?

- [Squeaks]

- Huh?

- [Squawks]

[Panting]

This is signature...

Mars Gravity Probe 1.

[Panting]

Colonel Dan McReady dead.

M-Me too soon.

[Panting]

No more oxygen.

Over and out.

[Faint Hissing]

- [Hissing Continues]

- [Panting Softly]

[Air Hissing]

[Hissing Continues]

[Breathing Heavily]

[Chatters]

Thank you.

[Tube Thuds]

[Screeches]

[Squawking]

[Microphone Unreels]

- [Click]

- Well, you can scratch signature.

I've found an answer

that's saved my life temporarily.

These yellow stones

that burn like coal.

I've been wondering about this a lot.

Where do they get the oxygen to burn?

It must be similar to solid rocket fuel

with its own built-in oxygen.

Heat and flame release it.

And it's breathable.

I've gotta find some way to store it.

As far as life on this planet...

I've seen no sign of any other

living thing anywhere...

yet.

[Loud Clanging]

- [Clanging Stops]

- [Mona Screeching]

[Screeching]

[Air Hissing]

[Hissing Stops]

[Air Hissing]

[Hissing Stops]

[Air Hissing]

[Sighs]

Hi, baby.

Oh, yeah.

What have you got there? Huh?

Come here.

[Blowing]

That's it. Are you thirsty?

There you go.

There you go.

What's the matter?

You wouldn't drink last night either.

[Instrument Beeping]

[Beeping Continues]

## [Tone]

## [Tones Alternating]

[Beeping]

[Beeping Continues]

[Wind Howling]

Program "A." Descend.

Veer left!

Veer right!

[Beeping Continues]

[Wind Howling]

[Mona Squeaking]

[Draper On Recording] Mona the monkey

spends most of her days off somewhere.

Where she goes I have no idea.

Thank God she doesn't seem

to need or want water.

I've offered it to her every day.

I'm on strict rationing myself, and even then

I'll be out of water in a few days.

Well, I've now been

on Mars for two weeks.

I've tried on several occasions to talk down

the wreck of our space vehicle, the Elinor M.

I can't break it out of Mars's gravity grip.

It answers electronically,

but the jets don't fire.

No fuel left.

So there it is.

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