Conclusion: I don’t need the water reclaimer at all. I’ll drink as needed and dump my waste outdoors. Yeah, that’s right, Mars, I’m gonna piss and shit on you. That’s what you get for trying to kill me all the time.
There. I saved myself 3.6 pirate-ninjas.
P. 230 of The Martian by Andy Weir, one of my favorite books I read this summer.
Curious.Mae 