The Angry Red Planet Page #3

It's hard to believe.

Yeah, any minute now,

I expect to see

General Treegar come through

that hatch and say,

"All right,

"enough work for today.

"Let's everybody

go out to Tony's

"and have a little drink."

Well, that would be a

little hard to do.

Tony's is 30,000

miles from here.

Well, we wanna be able

to face reality on our watch.

Come on, Sam.

Let's get some rest, huh?

Okay, Professor, I dig.

It's really happening.

You know, Irish,

reminds me of when I was a kid.

I can just see you.

I remember when I

got my first dog.

I was crazy about that dog.

I wanted him to

sleep in my room,

but my family wouldn't allow it.

I used to go downstairs

a dozen times during the night

to make sure that he was there.

Then you were sure.

Uh-huh.

And pretty soon, people will be

just as sure of space travel

as I was of my dog...

And as I'd like to be of you.

Makes Broadway look

like a dark alley.

When we get back, Irish...

How about exploring

that dark alley...

Together?

You, colonel, sir,

may have a date.

MR-1 to EB-9.

MR-1 to EB-9.

Report 7-9

time--

17 days, 11:
03 hours.

Position--

"Triangle Easy Fox Baker."

On course, on schedule.

Condition A.

Over and out.

Hey, when's chow, huh?

Comin' up. Come on, Tom.

You can help me

with the rations.

I'd rather be carving

a thick steak at Tony's.

Make it medium rare

and I'll join you.

Will you take a rain check?

If it won't bounce.

Hmm.

Here we are between 2 dots.

We could miss either one of 'em,

and never know it.

Mars rocket 1, ration B.

Mars...

The angry red planet.

Sounds so foreboding,

doesn't it?

Mars!

Ancient God of war.

Afraid, Irish?

A little.

Apprehensive, I guess.

Oh, we all are

or we wouldn't be human.

I know this is a funny way

for a scientist to feel, but...

I wonder if some

things aren't better

unknown?

That's what they said

on the Santa Maria

before they discovered

the new world.

By mistake.

You know, Irish,

you're the first scientist

I've ever known

with lovely, long red hair.

And you're the first pilot

I've ever gone to Mars with.

And listen,

my name is Iris,

not Irish.

I never know if

you're calling me

by name or nationality.

When I call you by name,

you'll know it.

"So Oola ran screaming across

"the burning martian sands

"as the monster Ongola

"relentlessly pursued her,

"his 5 arms reaching

hungrily for her.

"To be continued next week."

And that was the last issue

before we took off.

Mars...

Martians, monsters.

I wonder if I'll ever

get to see that next issue.

Eb-9 to MR-1.

Report number 7-6.

Orbiting Mars.

Repeat-- orbiting Mars.

Landing operation beginning.

Rockets reversing for landing.

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