Artemis

by Andy Weir

There was something weird about being on the moon fighting for your life with a stick and some fire.

“First thing I did was visual examination.” “You looked at it,” I said. “You can just say ‘I looked at it.’ ”

Building a civilization is ugly, Jasmine. But the alternative is no civilization at all.”

I didn’t want to spend any more time inside the mind of an economist. It was dark and disturbing.