A little story I have been thinking about when I can not sleep.. MARS ONE By Antti Luode 2013 1 – Morning John Sherman woke up to a painful realization. It was the end of his 3 month vacation. Laying down he could hear a voice talking softly. ”Good morning John” It was the house talking. Getting up was not as easy task as it had once been. His joints were screaming with pain, probably due to the 3 months spent rock climbing, bicycling and sailing at various places around the world. Yet, he managed to pull himself up as figures started to manifest themselves in his vision. There was a message from the taxi company, a flying cab was on its way, a sausage, eggs and bacon breakfast was waiting and the shower was ready. ”OK I am coming, I am coming.” John said and walked to a nearby wall that promptly opened and enclosed behind him. Standing in a shower a medical beam scanned him in a half a second, avoiding contact with the eyes and sent his vital statistics to the Mars cruise corporation where he was employed. Message ”Medical condition – satisfactory” popped up in his vision. Then another set of laser beams quickly shaved his body just before cool water jets started to spray him from all around - washing him clean and then turning into air blades that dried him. All this took less than a minute and a half. Walking out of the shower he walked into another wall that also opened up and let him in. As he did a virtual clothing rack appeared in his vision. ”The usual” John said and the front half of his clothes appeared from the wall, held up by robotic hands. John lifted his arms and and could barely feel the clothes touching him as the back half of the clothes appeared behind him held by another pair of robotic hands. He felt a slight buzzing as the two pairs were stitched together by the robotic hands. Meanwhile a small closet had opened to his side full of shoes. John picked up a shiny black pair that looked like something the British aristocracy would have approved. Putting the shoes on he sat down on a small chair that appeared out of the wall along with his black Captains hat. John walked out of the clothes cabin and turned back to look at the mirror the wall had turned into. Looking at his black hair slicked back and his growing stomache not able to hide in his perfectly cut suit he said ”John, you are getting too old for this shit.” and walked to kitchen. 2 Flight Satiated by the filling breakfast John walked out of his 1930es art deco villa to a driveway where a small oval shaped silver colored flying taxi cab had landed as he was still eating his breakfast. As he approached the cab his request to fly him to Helsinki Vantaa international airport appeared in his vision and as the cab scan confirmed his identity, money was deducted from his account. Not a word was said as the cab opened its gull wing door and John walked in. Soon afterward the cab started to ascend from the art deco villa on the shore