I had most of the planet to myself. A million Martians, and land to provision themselves with, take up very little in the way of space, even from their perspective, I imagine.
So I travelled.
There’s not much in the way of food on those endless Martian fields, I know you’re thinking. I do have a bit of help in that regard—my knack is autotrophy, so as far as I can tell all I need to survive is light and air and water, which are a lot easier to come by than more substantial fare. They say it might be why I was able to grow so big.
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