I'm about to write a single chapter out of a famous book. I'll do it blind, my eyes on the book at all times.
Now, let's begin, 'aight?
Before going on up into the blue hills, [...] stopped for gasoline at the lonely station.
"Kind of alone out here, aren't you, Pop?" said [...].
The old man wiped off the windshield of the small truck. "Not bad."
"How do you like [...], Pop?"
"Fine. Always something new, I made up my mind when I came here last uyear I wouldnt expect nothing Nor ask nothing, nor be surprised at nothjing- weve got to forget earth and how things were weve got to look at wha were in here, and how different it is. I get a hell of a lot of fun out of just thweather jere it's martian weather, hot as hell daytime, cold as hell nights, i get a big kick out of the different flowers and fifferent rain,. I came to [...] to retire nad I wante to retire in a pcale where veruythong os dofferent, and old man needs to have things different yound people dont want to talki to him, other old people bore the ohell ouf pof jhim. so I thought the best thing or me is a place so fifferent that all you got to do is pen your eyes and ypire entertained. I got a this gas-station. if business piicsk up too much, ill move on back to some other olld highwayu thatsnot so busty, where I can earn just enought to live on and still have time to feel the different things here.
"You got the right , idea pop. " said thomas hiis gbrown bands idly on the wheel, he was feeling goood,. He had been working in one of the new colonies for the days straight, and now he had two days off