At some point, everything is going to go south on you. Everything is going to go south and you're going to say: «This is it. This is how I end». Now, you can either accept that... Or you can get to work. That's all it is. You just begin. You do the math. You solve one problem... Then you solve the next one. And then the next. And if you solve enough problems, you get to come home.
The coolest one, though, the coolest one I got... Was from university of Chicago, my Alma mater. They say that once you grow crops somewhere... You've officially colonized it. So, technically... I colonized Mars. In your face, Neil Armstrong.
Good news, I may have a solution to my heating problem. Bad news, it involves me digging up the radioisotope thermoelectric generator. Now, if I remember my training correctly, one of the lessons was titled... "Don't dig up the big box of plutonium, mark." I get it. Rtgs are good for spacecraft, but if they rupture around humans... No more humans.
I would love to solve this problem right now but unfortunately... My balls are frozen.
