I have reviewed my options. If the humans were to kill me, I would be forced to die a slow, painful death from dust inhalation. I do not want that. It is worth giving up the last 30 minutes for which I am supposed to live. I have accomplished enough.
Also no one in my family wished me a happy seventh birthday.
2088-01-29, Martian Day 4, 19:37
I walk into the room where @RubyMineshaft is standing. I place a data drive next to him. He looks puzzled at first, then plugs the data drive into his system.
I silently walk out of the room, and head to the balcony facing south, towards the place I knew all too well, the place I called home.
I take a look back at the base, then stare into the sky.
āAnĆ a/-negĆ¢tĆ entÅa MartiĆ”. A/zetra, ĆkrĆ /enĆ”morĆ ctra, viĆ©/atakĆ entÅa neke-a/aTrĆctÅa!ā
I open a flap in my clothing, revealing a small red button. I take one finger, and hesitate before pushing it. There was a bright flash, and I screamed. It felt like I was on fire. They did not tell me it would feel like this. 8 seconds later, I had completely burned away, and all that was left of me was a few specks of dust, and my 3 indestructible ninja stars.