I NEED to get my people on Mars. My blood boils with want to be ancestor of "those red bastards!" rebelling against Earth scum. A land of manly men doing manly things, like scraping by in an existence that makes the Inuit look soft.
It feels fitting that such a masculine endeavor has an air of Musk.
I NEED to get my people on Mars. My blood boils with want to be ancestor of "those red bastards!" rebelling against Earth scum. A land of manly men doing manly things, like scraping by in an existence that makes the Inuit look soft.
It feels fitting that such a masculine endeavor has an air of Musk.