This new start, this place in Mars was meant to be my time. My time to show the colony what I really had, that I wasn’t like others. I was going to lead, and make Mars a better place, but then M7 jumped in. She said to me that I wasn’t leader material, and started the colony. It was exactly like the one on planet Earth. Cold, grey, empty. It was awful. Of course, I couldn’t blame her. She knew nothing better. None of them did. Only I had been passed down the stories of our old world. If I was in charge we would bring that back. We could live under blue skies, trees, have feelings. We could have life.