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Steve Featherstone on a mission to Mars:

Gregorio wasn't merely being a sim Nazi. I could see it in his eyes—he was genuinely simulating concern for my safety. If I stepped outside without a spacesuit, the blood in my veins would expand so rapidly to equalize with Mars' lower atmospheric pressure that I'd sizzle and pop like a piece of fried bacon. I explained to him that journalists had to be willing to take risks. He put his hands on his hips and considered the issue.

"I have a solution," he said. "You are an android."

"Sure," I said. "OK."