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There was an eerie sound of nothingness in the air, a sound that Mason dreaded. Mason and his team had been wandering the red Martian desert for three weeks now and hadn't seen or heard a thing. The only thing they could hear was the thundering sound of their hunger, like the sound of an old pickup truck. Mason could remember riding along the ancient Martian highway in his grandfather's pickup truck; the windows down, and the cool Martian air through his fingertips, but those days were over now. The Red war ruined everything. Mankind came to Mars to escape war, but what did we do? We brought right back. Who was Mason to judge he understood t