MarsColony 2050, Food Supply Sphere 22 – they're all talking about this big global food crisis back on Earth. The president's plan? Go big. And I mean really big. Elephant farms, with creatures three times the size we're used to. He's got this idea that if we modify their genes, we'll have easy meat. His words, not mine, always with that Texan twang, "easy meat, easy feed."
But here's the kicker – where do you raise millions of these giants? And hunting 'em? They say it's supposed to be easy, but that's not how it goes down. These modified elephants, they've got a temper, especially when they see red. It's like waving a flag at a bull.
So how does a middle-aged African American soldier like me end up on Mars, right smack in the middle of the biggest elephant farm? When these behemoths get riled up, it's no joke. But I've got my armor – it's not just for show. This coat of mine is decked out with the latest tech. Mars dust repellent, gravity protection, and my personal bubble of oxygen, just in case things go sideways like they did ten years ago.
I'm telling you, out here, it's like walking a tightrope. You've got to be ready for anything. And this armor, it's got my back.