Marge Durian, 40’s, is sitting at a desk in her office speaking into an intercom.
Good morning! It’s me, Marge, your fearless space therapist. As a reminder, my office is located behind the terra form supply closet in the far east wing of the Habitat next to the psychiatric panic room. As you may recall, I asked for some anonymous questions to be dropped in my mail chute, and a few of you responded!
MARGE pulls out a plastic cylinder similar to the ones at the bank. It takes her 15 seconds to open it.
A-ha! Alright, here we go!
MARGE unfurls a long piece of paper.
“Doctor, I still have nightmares about the exploding rocket boosters that violently propelled us onto this red planet. It reminded me of the plates my parents used to break over each others heads before they fell into a passionate alcoholic love making session. Can you prescribe me some Ambien to turn off the part of my brain that produces feelings in my dreams?” Wow, well first of all. I am not a doctor. But I am a friend. I’d love for you to stop by my office and we can chat about your childhood and the stresses of life on Mars and possibly even make love-
A loud alarm sounds and the lights in MARGE’S office turns red and starts flashing. MARGE starts screaming and her desk starts to shake. This goes on for 10 seconds. The alarm stops. The lights flicker back to normal. MARGE composes herself. She is visibly shaken.
Here in the habitat we are subject to alarms that could either signal imminent danger or it could be just a test. The supervisors on site refuse to warn us beforehand as to whether or not it is a false alarm.
MARGE pauses for a long time. She pats her hair which has thinned significantly. The Martian atmosphere is not kind to human hair.
Life here on Mars is...hard. I thought this would be the adventure of a lifetime. They even sent me these posters when I accepted the job.
MARGE shows us her Mars Posters.
Here’s Olympus Mons. In the photo there’s a tram to take you up top. But here in Mars, they haven’t built that yet. I don’t even think they’ll start it soon. I don’t see any tram parts or tram personnel.
MARGE points to another Mars poster.
And this one...(heavy sigh)
MARGE looks up so we can’t see her eyes become glassy with tears.
Phobos & Deimos. Listen to this, ‘take a space age cruise aboard the moons of Mars.’ You CAN’T DO THAT YET. I just, I didn’t realize these things weren’t here yet. And everyone keeps asking me for fucking Ambien and I swear to god I don’t have any! If I did I would take them all and drift off into oblivion.
MARGE dissolves into tears. She begins heaving. Another alarm goes off. The room starts strobing red and white lights. She screams into her desk calendar.