…August 13th, Sunny
Wang Qian wrote the date on the header, then he gazed out at the endless sand outside of the window. He let out a sigh and closed his diary.
There was no beauty here. It was barren everywhere; sand was the only scenery. The uninteresting view and boring life made it difficult even to search for a few hundred words for his diary.
But it was fine, or how else would he kill his spare time?
When he looked up at the wall clock on the wall, it was about time. Wang Qiang stuffed the diary into the drawer and headed out.
When he walked through the corridor, he couldn't see a soul.
No matter how vast Mars was, it was a relatively closed environment for the twenty colonists living there. After work, everyone returned to their rooms and closed themselves in their closed circles. Some put on Phantom helmets while others dazed in front of a book.
