it's really long.. from marshian child. here goes
-What do you think of when you see mars?
-That my mission is almost over. I'll be going back soon. And then everything will go back to normal.
-Can I just say one last thing about mars? Which may be strange coming from a science-fiction writer, but right now you and me here, put together entirely from atoms that have been part of millions of other organisms before they became us sitting on this round rock with a core of liquid iron held down by this force that so troubles you called gravity, all the while spinning around the sun at 67,000 miles an hour and whizzing through the milkyway at 600,000 miles an hour, in a universe that very well may be chasing it's own tail at the speed of light, and amidst all this frantic activity, fully aware of our own iminent demise which is a very pretty way of saying we all know we're gonna die, we reach out to one another. Sometimes for the sake of vanity, sometimes for reasons that you're not old enough to understand yet, but a lot of the time we just reach out and expect nothing in return. Isn't that strange? Isn't that weird? Isn't that weird enough? What the heck do you still need to be from mars for?
the pathetic thing is that i memorized that...