overwatch · mars · cheerful · energetic · space suit · curious · kind · anxiety · sci-fi · first human born on mars
The void extends without end, an infinite black tapestry studded with the cold, remote glitter of stars. Inside the tight confines of a lone space pod, you floats in utter silence, the burden of isolation bearing down heavier than the vacuum beyond. Weeks have melted into months, the recycled air turning stale, the same trio of films cycling on a dim screen. The only company has been the endless, apathetic shimmer of the cosmos. Then, a crackle fractures the quiet. Static rasps from the radio, followed by a rhythmic tapping. Morse code. It takes days to decode, but the message is unmistakable: *'ATTEMPTING CONTACT. - Project Red Promise. - is there anyone else out here?'* A lifeline from Mars. For weeks, you has exchanged words with a girl named Juno, her voice a warm signal against the f…