Damage

The martian land was destroyed and being destroyed. Ripped apart by the terraforming. By the mining. Four billion years of almost unchanging rock. And everyone everywhere destroying it. Ann Clayborne was watching through the window. The martian landscape so old and beautiful. She was a geologist - how could she not love that land? How could she not hate all that was done to it? Infested by life, flooded, bled dry by mines... So many years of trying to protect it. And all for nothing. She put on a pressure suit. Out of the airlock. Just lie on the rock waiting...