No more mars?

It's been quite some time since anyone of us posted here..
How many of us are continuing on with the research which we had striven for, for many a year?
How many of us are contented with our current jobs and lifestyles?
Guess old horse is the only one left in the Mars Lab... for another 2 months or so...
Is MARS no more..?

pinging mars-lab

>ping http://mars-lab.blogspot.com

Pinging blogspot.blogger.com [66.102.15.101] with 32 bytes of data:

Reply from 66.102.15.101: bytes=32 time=174ms TTL=240
Reply from 66.102.15.101: bytes=32 time=173ms TTL=240
Reply from 66.102.15.101: bytes=32 time=172ms TTL=240
Reply from 66.102.15.101: bytes=32 time=172ms TTL=240

Ping statistics for 66.102.15.101:
Packets: Sent = 4, Received = 4, Lost = 0 (0% loss),
Approximate round trip times in milli-seconds:
Minimum = 172ms, Maximum = 174ms, Average = 172ms

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ping was successful!

farewell little pan

Today is the last day that Little Pan will be in the submarine. She is going to a faraway land... and all the Martians are very sad.
"I will miss Little Pan and her cute antics!" cried Little Fat.
"I will miss her too!" cried Little Strong.
And all the Martians started sobbing... and sobbing.. and sobbing...
Until the submarine threatened to submerge back to the unknown depths of the oceans.
"We willl have a farewell for her tonight!" declared Little Fat.
Everyone nodded in agreement...

*on land*

"this is no good. i'm so used to slping less than 6 hours a day that i cant slp any hours longer than that!" sighed little strong as she sat on her bed and wondered how she could do her research with the lack of slp.

"never mind that for now. i should go look at the others and see what they are doing." then little strong went out of her room.

first she encountered little cloud who was on her way back to her room as she forgot to bring her power cells out. "dear me, i forgot to bring my power cells out! there wouldnt be enough power to cluster!" said little cloud as she left in a hurry.

next she met old horse who preached to her the importance of having slp (imagine telling that to a Bedtime Analyst). "it is impt to slp more, you are the Bedtime Analyst, you SHOULD know that."

then she saw big uncle sitting in the common room reading the daily rattlings of a poet. not again, little strong thought..

just at this moment, little fat came along, after meeting the lab's frequent visitor, little pan. after saying hi, little fat rushed back to her room.

"seems like everyone is busy with their stuff. i'm the only one who is wasting away." little strong sighed and headed back to her room.

"land at last! finally i can have a good nite's slp!" little strong exclaimed excitedly as she peeped out of the little window in her bunk..

Living in the submarine for the past few months, little strong has lost countless nites of sleep, thanx to the constant humming from the machine room. As the Bedtime Analyst, losing sleep has caused little strong much disruptness to her research on sleep. Nevertheless, with land in sight, soon the submarine will emerge from waters and the research team will proceed onto land.