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Chapter Eight8ball 
Chapter Eight8ball 
CHEPH111: Stranded on Mars 
 
MarYlin the STOKKER is driving the SHIP? 
NO relax CharlaX it's just I am letting him play with the controls to get him ready 
for his lesson to be learned and yes someday STOKKER will pilot this THING. 
Oh my the MATRON was fainting from lack of soup. It's okay the airlock is cycling 
the creative thinkers inn they will fix all the seals for us as well we have a ground 
car with wings coming to go out a view the Martian landscaping and the water 
canals spoke of in 1984 by Charles Beau ford. 
 
The Martian landscape is deadly to most humans but stokker is not affected and 
instead of suits we will just stay in the protected car. 
He got his immunity released in the desert when charlax sobered him up why 
eye think that stokker could walk on mars and eat brown olives for lunch. He is 
not quite human most of them drink beer and wine coolers in the summer a man 
like stokker is I'm possible to stay sober but I'm pression that he tried. You are 
lisping very badly MARY eye did not even knoe ewe had the impediment. 
Yes just from the time eye was a child and kept my secret. 
Let's go get ready I'm wearing lots of layers for it was still cold in Bostonia the city 
on old Newtonia the planet we are from. 
Eye shrugged my good shoulder the other was still stiff and sore from fixing the 
seal on the damper the cover fell and almost hit me on the CharlaX. HA a little 
androidone humor for the young ones reading this this this this chapter 8Ball 
poem. For the adults just listen the story will continue in chapternine where this 
one stops.

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