It tickles me to see myself listed alongside folks like Charlie Stross, Daniel Abraham, Lauren Beukes, Jack Skillingstead, Ted Kosmatka, and Jason Stoddard. All those smart, talented writers. Not sure how I conned the Yeti into thinking I belonged among that company — or even that I was somebody with halfway intelligent things to say — but heck. I’ll take it. Every baseball team needs a bat boy, right?
And I’m glad to see I’m not the only person who thought the prospect of living on Mars too lonely for words. I like to explore the world in my own way, but I’m pretty sure I don’t have The Right Stuff insofar as one-way trips to barren, deadly desert planets goes. (Unless, of course, we’re talking about Arrakis. Because I’d have to give that some serious thought.) I’d love to experience weightlessness (or, perhaps more correctly, microgravity) but not at the expense of all human contact foreverandeveramen.
Besides, I’ve already watched both the US and UK versions of Life on Mars. So I know how it turns out in the end.