I wanted to fail, he realized. Why? So I can get out of here, so I would have an excuse to give up all this, my apartment and my job, say fork it and go. Emigrate with nothing more than the shirt on my back, in a jalopy that falls to pieces the moment it comes to rest in the Martian wilderness. “Thanks,” he said glumly. In a rapid voice, Stone said, “Y-you can do the same for me, sometime.” “Oh yeah, be happy to,” Duncan said.
