Project Hail Mary

by Andy Weir

He knew I wanted a rib-eye, medium, mashed potatoes on the side, and a pint of Guinness. Same thing I ordered every week.

This sounds fire. I would too

“So it’s a case of bad timing, then?” the reporter asked. “I don’t think there’s ever a good time for the sun to get dimmer.” “Good point. Please go on.”

Bahaha fr

The heat still hasn’t equalized yet, so there are pockets of nearly frozen noodles next to tongue-melting plasma. But I’m taking bites anyway. I must be hungry.

Me fr

So I’m a single man in my thirties, who lives alone in a small apartment, I don’t have any kids, but I like kids a lot. I don’t like where this is going…

This man's internal dialogue is hysterical

“I commend your body to the stars.”

We commend her soul to Malek

Rice, steamed buns, deep-fried dough sticks, and an urn of coffee.

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