Oh, Mars, the red planet.
And our potential new home.
Well, Mars isn't as hospitable
as it sounds.
It's really inhospitable.
It might be a balmy
20 °C (70 °F) during the day.
But at night,
the temperatures can drop
to -153 °C (-243 °F).
OK, if you don't know what -153 °C is,
it's intensely cold.
It's like -243 °F.
It's the type of temperature
that will give you frostbite
in seconds.
In minutes,
you'll die from hypothermia.
Seriously, guys, learn
the metric system.
Also, we do the conversion for you
in the closed captions.
And if you think Uranus smells bad,
well, that's
because you haven't been to Mars yet.
Yeah, the red planet
smells like rust and gunpowder.
But when I wear my helmet,
all I smell is me.
And I smell pretty good.
Most of the time.
Well, you wouldn't
be able to breathe on Mars anyway.
The planet barely has any atmosphere.
Most of it is carbon dioxide
with only trace amounts of oxygen.
Luckily, this time,
we aren't sending you to Mars.
We've decided
to sacrifice Chase for this mission.
What did you mean by sacrifice?
Yeah, I mean, send.
We've sent Chase up
to set up a base on Mars
and report back.
He made it.
Welcome to the red planet.
Kind of nothing here, huh?
I thought there'd be more stuff,
you know, RICO?
Any ideas?
I detect no breathable air,
high levels of radiation exposure,
low pressure
and frequent dust storms.
If you want to survive on Mars,
you must build a habitat.
Great idea.
How long will that take?
With the materials
you transported aboard the Starship,
I calculate
it will take about three months
to assemble a simple base.
That's not so bad.
I’d better get moving.
Now, building a habitat on Mars
wouldn't be so simple.
It's got to be airtight and insulated
to protect Chase
from radiation
and Martian dust storms.
It also needs to have
a sustainable life support system
to manage air, water and waste.
And, of course,
Chase will need to get power
from solar panels.
You don't want to know where I get
my drinkable water from.
But I'll tell you anyways,
I could extract water from
the Martian soil or atmosphere.
But it's so much work.
Instead, I recycle water
from stuff like sweat and pee.
I just try not to think about it.
The sensors are picking up
a micrometeorite headed
straight for the base.
Potential hazard detected.
Don’t sweat it, RICO.
We got enough water.
Base is fine,
I've built it myself.
Here, let me give you a tour of my crib.
Welcome to the fanciest
pad on the planet.
Over here, is where I sleep.
And over here, is where I eat.
And over there, is a window.
And this is my luxury
first aid corner.
In case I get hit by
like a dust storm.
Those babies travel at,
like, 100 km/h (60 mph).
They could easily slice
through my spacesuit.
Oh, you got to see my Michelin
star greenhouse.
It's five stars
because it's rated out of this world.
It's my favorite place in the base.
Only thing is, I had to build it
unattached to my main
living quarters
because RICO forgot to include
a tunnel in the first base plan.
So now every time I go to go
check on my plants,
I have to go outside.
It's exhausting.
That's why I don't bother to take off my helmet
when I pop into my habitat.
I'm all about efficiency.
Plus, it's a lot to
animate, actually.
Check out these potatoes.
They look pretty good.
Take that, Matt Damon!
Micrometeorite is approaching
the base.
I calculate the chance of it
striking the habitat as 87.42%.
RICO ¡Silencio, por favor!
I'm recording a YouTube
video, my friend, come on!
And what did I tell you?
Round the numbers.
OK, where was I?
Oh, yeah, potatoes.
It takes a lot of work
to grow anything on Mars.
Potatoes aren't my first choice,
I’d grow burgers if I could.
But we work with what we got.
I keep my greenhouse
nice and pressurized
and at a comfy temperature of 16 °C.
And for those of you
who hated the recycled pee stuff,
you're going to love this next part.
Because as a fertilizer
for the Martian soil,
I use a super special ingredient.
My poo.
Not because I'm a psycho,
but because Martian soil
is literally garbage.
Figuratively speaking.
It smells pretty bad in here,
but at least it doesn't smell
as bad as Uranus.
Danger.
Micrometeoroid has breached
the habitat.
You must go there immediately.
What?
Oh, damn meteoroid.
Sorry, guys.
I got to go check this out.
Your helmet has sustained
minor damage.
This is my favorite helmet.
RICO, do I have a spare somewhere?
You have an extra helmet.
But I have bad news.
What now?
The extra helmet is back
at the habitat.
Of course.
Of course it is.
Are you kidding me?
Three months on Mars,
and I just finally start
getting this thing working.
And Mars has to ruin everything.
Well, at least I have
tape around here somewhere.
Be back in a minute.
Here, this should work.
RICO, how's that storm looking?
Not good.
A dust storm of this type
can last for days.
Oh, great.
That leaves me no choice.
If I don't make it back in time,
I'll lose everything and die.
And I can't die now.
I just finished building a sweet,
sweet bachelor pad.
It's only a five-second walk
for you to reach your living quarters.
Come on, it's only 5 seconds.
You can do this, Chase.
You can do this.
Get your head in the game, boy.
This helmet is useless.
I’ll go without it.
5 seconds to get back home.
I can handle a little
bit of frostbite.
I highly advise you don’t do this.
OK, well,
if I don't make it,
I'll see you guys on
my next adventure.
Chase out!
Looks like the atmospheric pressure
killed him before the frostbite could.
Didn’t I say going out there
without a helmet was a bad idea?
Yeah. Don't try this on your own.
And don't worry, Chase will be fine.
It's kind of his thing.
He dies a lot, but
he always returns
for another adventure.
Where should he go next?
How about the stickiest planet in
the solar system?
Well,
that's a story for another.
What if.