Dear Houston,We've got a problem… To tell you the truth it is a lot of little problems…

The dust from Mars' surface has played havoc with the tech you sent us up with. Those trials on Earth obviously could not imitate the conditions on this dried-up husk of a planet you wanted us to terraform. The theory was sound, and all the calculations seemed right, but in practice the whole thing has been a hell-storm from the get-go. The printer we were supposed to use to print out the walls and flat roof of living quarters and kitchen cannot cope with the minuscule particles.

We all laughed when we though that we would have plenty of silica to melt for the printer. Stuck in the shuttle while that sand blows around us… Nobody's laughing now… We can't spare the oxygen.

Instead, we pray that the food supplies last us for the thirty days until we blast off this dustbowl. We have failed. Let's just hope the next attempt will be better.

Start training the next generation and may the gods of the cosmos grant us better luck. This search for Planet B cannot fail. That humanity may continue as a species.

See you in a year,

Mars Mission 2121

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