« Last post by Pariah on Yesterday at 09:14:01 AM »
Minor setbacks like missing the bus will not defeat me in my quest to fill whole kilobytes of Strolen's valuable storage with drivel from which I well eventually extract gold. Sleep, thout's siren wail will avail you not, for unlike mere mortals I have stuff, and NoDoz. Not actual NoDoz, because apparently too many people were mistaking it for bath salts or something, who knows, Florida...
AND OFF WE GO! (I would like to apologize to myself beforehand [because I'm pretty sure I'm the only one actually reading these things], in case if you don't remember, you basically wrote like five incomplete sentences down on a piece of 8.5x11 printer paper because you forgot your handy dandy notebook when you went to work. One of those "sentences" consisted solely of the word CFC... I'm doing my best here, but it's going to be even more disjointed than normal. Just so you know what I was forced to work with after delaying bedtime [glorious sleep] I'm putting the "notes" at the end of each paragraph.)
Mars, glorious planets where all your dreams can be made real. While Earthly society has largely stagnated due to the general lack of places where you don't need to eat iodine pills daily just to not drop over dead, and then of those it's actually illegal to live in a number of them because captain planet says so. Most of the population on the homeworld lives in the highly stratified hives, with little chance to interact outside of their social caste, and no chance to really move up in the world. After the war Mars became the stopping over point for points further in the galaxy, and prior to the rebuilding of the Terran Gate, where raw materials coming from outsystem needed to pass through to get to their final destination on Earth. Due to the sheer amount of travel through the Martian Gate, Mars's economy flourished, pilots need a place to unwind after all, and the ruins of Earth after the 20 year war just weren't relaxing enough apparently.
(Earth stagged b/c arco/cpt planet)
Already in the beginning phases of terraforming before the war, after the war it was decided that the process needed to be sped up. While there's only so much you can speed up the process of turning a lifeless husk into something that humans don't die from walking outside on without suits, though even the most insane plans did still require the use of personal oxygen supplies. In the end it was decided that the time it would take to go from a largely unbreathable atmosphere composed of CO2 and CFC to one that could support human life would be more than enough time for CFC introduced to induce heating to be safely broken down by good out fashioned stellar radiation. With that out of the way the plan was begun, and 15 years of nonstop production and pumping into the atmosphere of Martian CFCs were begun.
(tfing start before war, sped up after) && (CFC)
Eventually rampant greenhouse warming took hold, until it leveled off around 12C for a global mean temperature. The orbital bombardment of water rich asteroids continued unabated, and once there was a stable atmosphere lichen were released into the wild to act as something to break virgin ground, to provide biomass, and to help increase oxygen levels, however slightly. And so in the 2160's Mars has an atmosphere, and is warm enough you can walk around on the surface without immediately having your blood sublimate out of your pores, though it still very much qualifies as barren.
(10-15 C is prolly accurate?) && (lichen: more indestructible than gamecube)
The jewels of Mars though are her cities. The stereotypical Martian city has walls stretching all the way to the stars, courtesy of the traditional gravity being one third that of the homeworld. Of course Martians would never let something so crass get in their way, so after a brief generally divided up between parks and lakes the main part of the city begins, under nearly a full gravity. Depending on how near you are to the closest gravity generator a repeat of the apple experiment might have it dropping at 9.5m/s or 9.9m/s, but drop it does. Martians, when they were told that having too many gravity units acting in close proximity could have dire consequences, scoffed in the face of their lesser men and did it anyway. (I'm hearing Cave Johnson yelling in my brain)
At this point I'm really thinking the best way to have Mars govern itself would be a bunch of backstabbing independent city-states, all playing games with each other using their lesser cities as pieces to attempt to gain advantages over their comrades. All I really know is that they say you can buy anything on Mars if you have the money. Of course most of them only say that when you walk into their store asking about buying something that they don't have, as a back handed way of getting you out of there. Maybe if they knew you they might point you to someone you could theoretically buy it from, but since they don't all they have is worthless wisdom. And there's more I think, trying to hammer its way out of the back of my eye sockets, but I don't know what it is yet, so I'll bid sleep welcome and call it here.