Bear Head

Mars. The red planet. A new frontier for humanity, a civilization where humans can live in peace, lord and master of all they survey.

But this isn't Space City from those old science-fiction books. We live in Hell City, built into and from a huge subcontinent-sized crater. There's a big silk canopy over it, feeding out atmosphere as we generate it, little by little, until we can breathe the air.

It's a perfect place to live, if you actually want to live on Mars. I guess at some point I had actually wanted to live on Mars, because here I am. The money was supposed to be good, and how else was a working Joe like me supposed to get off-planet exactly? But I remember the videos they showed us – guys, not even in suits, watching robots and bees and Bioforms doing all the work – and they didn't quite get it right...