This image portrays the Valles Marineris on Mars, captured by NASA's Mariner 9 spacecraft.

As I engage my imagination, the etchings of an airplane form within the landscape. The wings, fuselage, and tail wing manifest, the aircraft slightly angled as if altering its trajectory just before encountering Mars' surface. The spectacle includes the presence of escape pods—implying an endeavor to evade the impending collision.

Contemplating this scene, I wonder about the thoughts that occupied the Captain's mind before steering such a colossal spacecraft into Mars...

In the realms of my imagination, I locate myself on board—not at the forefront where dignitaries may inhabit, but at the farthest reaches, within the tail section.

Here, a sequence of events unfolds: a cluster of individuals, driven by an intention, sabotages the hydraulic system—a domain under my jurisdiction. Simultaneously, the Captain persistently issues directives for augmented pressure. Concealed from his knowledge, the saboteurs seize control of my section, mandating the maintenance of reduced pressure. Ultimately, this dynamic compels the Captain to inspect the situation in person.

Following a scrutiny that absolves me from culpability, the Captain returns to the bridge. Over time, the crew notices the dwindling frequency of the Captain's communications and witnesses adjustments to the spacecraft's course. At this juncture, the Captain's voice reverberates in my ear, instructing me to "look out the window." I comply, recalling how he humorously positioned me there due to an alleged failure in executing commands.

Initially met with the expanse of space in see what I now realize a life pod leave the ship, my vision gradually descends, revealing the distinctive reddish surface of Mars. As this reality dawns upon the rest of the crew, anxiety overtakes their expressions. Their pleas—directed firstly to the Captain, and subsequently to me, beseeching course corrections—prove futile. Amidst an unexpected hush, we brace ourselves for the impending impact, escape pods initiated mere moments prior to the collision. The crew's clamor for salvation punctuates the air. Amid this turmoil, I remain seated, a quiet smile adorning my lips. It becomes evident to me that the upheaval traces back to their coup attempt against the bridge—a revolt motivated by their perceived substandard living conditions in the tail section. A sense of contentment washes over me; their impending fate appears as a consequence of their choices. Our distinctive experiences aboard the spacecraft—bridging the gap between privilege and hardship—reveal a stark truth.

Meanwhile, on the bridge, an intense sequence unfolds: the Captain orders all the onboard water to be redirected to the right side of the ship. The second-in-command strongly objects, warning that such an action could destabilize the ship and cause us to lose control.

Undeterred, the Captain asserts, "We're headed back to Earth, and those criminals from the tail section are with us. I won't let Earth be tainted by malevolant minds. We've spent so much time in space with these unappreciative people who've contributed nothing to our successful return except their enjoyment of the ride back."

Curious, the second-in-command asks, "What do you propose?"

After a few moments of silence, a crew member reports that nearly all the water has been shifted to the right side of the ship. Any further alteration might risk damaging storage containers, leading to flooding in living areas.

The second-in-command exclaims, "Stop this madness; we're all going to die!"

The Captain responds, "Have you lost faith in the resurrection. Have we been in space so long that your faith has faded? Has our time in space made us forget?"

With resolve, he emphasizes, "We need to find a way to survive without the influence of those animals in the tail section. I won't allow Earth to be mared by their presence. We've given up so much, spent so much time in space for this moment."

The second-in-command exclaims, "Are you crazy? Resurrection? You have to die for that to happen."

The Captain insists, "We're all going to die anyway. But we have to live with those malignant minds until then. Do you want that? Who's really acting crazy here?"

After a reflective pause, the Captain introduces a new thought: "Hold on, wipe that horrified look off your face. The first life pod left with enough time to reach Earth. Humanity will survive." Agreement ripples through the crew, paving the way for the continued redirection of water to the ship's right side.

Inevitably, the ship collides with Mars—a powerful impact that disintegrates the vessel. However, the redirection of water has a clever outcome. It transforms the ship into a sort of dart that sways back and forth. This altered trajectory slows down the collision with the right side being the last to impact the planet, resulting in the creation of a small ocean. In some Mars photos, you can see impacts from life pod impacts, you can even see rivers extending outward from the impact site. Some may speculate this event might be linked to the a water splash that initiated the deluge in Noah's time.