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Dylan Coots shivered in the cold as warning lights flickered across his visor’s HUD. Not a good start to his birthday. The suit was thick but old and tired. It had some kind of a burr near his right hip, just digging in a little, and by the time he got back inside, fair chance it would have created a blister. Not that he was short on blisters. Living on Mars was tough on the human body. Maybe he was losing air too. Certainly he’d lost the heating circuits. He stopped where he was. Around him the Martian air hung