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There is no grass on Mars. He knew frozen bovine embryos were likely a pipe dream. Also, he didn't know the first thing about raising water buffalo. But mozzarella is mozzarella. He would figure it out somehow like he had everything else in his life. He didn't know when to quit.

He came alone in a homestead fleet. During the months-long journey, he listened to recordings on repeat until he could "fuhgeddaboutit&auot; like a Manhattan native.

When the fleet arrived at the Red Planet, all the self-contained homestead habitations scattered across the surface like dandelion seeds in a breeze. He settled in Arcadia Planitia on an ancient volcanic hill a few kilometers past the outskirts of a cycler shuttle port.

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Rob Skidmore writes science fiction stories about being human. Raised in rural Western New York, he now lives with his beautiful wife in Utah. They have four kids whose initials spell HOME. By day he's a software engineer. By night he's exhausted. Every door in their basement is painted with a Disney-themed mural. His claim to fame is that he was an All-American and the 2004 New York state champion in the 400m hurdles in high school.

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