Mars would be awful to live on. Cosmic radiation means you have to be underground most of the time. The dust is microscopic and electrically charged, so it gets fucking everywhere. Oh, and it’s full of toxic chemicals so not only does it chafe it’s poisoning you the entire time. There’s no water, no food, and barely enough air to call it an atmosphere. You’ll be locked in a tiny tube eating yeast protein for the rest of your life, which won’t be long because you’ve got perchlorate poisoning.
I guess what I’m trying to say is: I wish Elon the greatest success in his emigration to Mars.
But hey, blue sunsets! Surely that amounts to something, right?
One of the best parts of that movie Don’t Look Up is that at the very end the super wealthy people made it to a distamt planet and were just immediately eaten by aliens because they had no idea what was going to be on the planet.
I’d give them one of my gaming controllers for free.
And a carbon fiber rocket. It’s only been used twice.
It’s just too bad that the imploding sub guy isn’t around to help him
It reminds me of that Simpsons Treehouse of Horror episode where Bart and Homer get on the second rocket with Tom Arnold and Pauly Shore.
Gonna work on my tannage, buuuuddy!
