Project Hail Mary

by Andy Weir

I don’t care about that. I care about those kids. So give me some gosh-darned Astrophage!”

And then, I swear to God, it waves at me! One of its little arms waves at me!

He’s a spider. A big-assed spider.

You have to stay hydrated if you want to save the world.

Sometimes, the stuff we all hate ends up being the only way to do things.

European languages didn’t even have a word for tornado until Spanish conquistadors saw them in North America.

“x-rays,” “microwaves,” “Wi-Fi,” and “purple” were all just wavelengths of light.

I’m beginning to wonder if I can find Ilyukhina’s heroin.

“Fist my bump.”

sixteen years ago—they’re

Twelve kids raise their claws.

and Dan Snyder, who…wait. You never got back to me, Dan! What, am I not good enough for you!?