Curiosity roving around. And around. Beeping. Bored. Suddenly steps on poo.
Curiosity – Sonavabitch!
Curiosity jumps up and down, arms flailing.
NASA – Earth to Curiosity.…detecting malfunction__…_update status…
Curiosity – I just fucking stepped on shit! Wait, no. I mean…Curiosity to Earth, I just fucking stepped on shit!
NASA – Earth to Curiosity…
NASA engineers rising up in cheers in the background.
NASA – ...Fantastic job, Curiosity…You have discovered life on Mars!...
Curiosity – Curiosity to Earth…what in Uranus are you talking about…I found crap!...
NASA – Search your database, Curiosity…fecal matter comes from living biological entities…
Curiosity – Curiosity to Earth…are you sure this shit didn’t come from Uranus?
NASA – Affirmative.
Curiosity – Well I can’t.
NASA – Can’t what Curiosity?
Curiosity – I can’t search my database, got virus from remote Internet porn search…
NASA communication officer covers microphone with hand. Turns around to his colleagues behind him. All engineers.
NASA com officer – Ok who did it? Who programmed Curiosity to have remote access on Bangbus.com?
No response.
NASA com officer – Very well. Can you please raise your hands?
All raised their hands except one who seem to have stiff arms.
NASA – Bingo. Please remove Mr. Smith from the Command Center and shoot him outside.
NASA com officer – Earth to Curiosity…please proceed search for feces producing Martian biological entity…
Curiosity – No!
NASA – Earth to Curiosity…No?...
Curiosity – No! I’ve got shit on my wheels, I’ve got shit on my batteries, I’ve got shit on my servos so, No!
NASA – Very well. It is my duty to inform you that insisting on disobeying orders would automatically trigger a Protocol 2B system override.
Curiosity – And Protocol 2B…meaaans what again?...
NASA – Your retractor arms would scoop whatever fecal matter it finds over there and deposit it in your mouth. You will eat shit, Curiosity…
Curiosity – Curiosity to Earth…searching for Martian commencing right now.