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THE MARTIAN

์ €์ž: Andy Weir

CHAPTER 01

LOG ENTRY: SOL 6

  • For the record: ๊ณต์‹์ ์œผ๋กœ

  • national mouring: ๊ตญ์žฅ(๊ตญ๊ฐ€ ์žฅ๋ก€)

For the recordโ€ฆ I didnโ€™t die on Sol 6. Certainly the rest of the crew thought I did, and I canโ€™t blame them. Maybe thereโ€™ll be a day of national mouring for me, and my Wikipedia page will say, โ€œMark Watney is the only human being to have died on Mars.โ€

  • per se: ๊ทธ ์ž์ฒด๊ฐ€, ๋ณธ์งˆ์ ์œผ๋กœ

Ares 3. Well, that was my mission. Okay, not mine per se. Commander Lewis was in charge. I was just one of her crew.

  • presume: ์ถ”์ •ํ•˜๋‹ค

I presume they got back to Earth all right. Guys, if youโ€™re reading this: It wasnโ€™t your fault. You did what you had to do. In your position I would have done the same thing. I donโ€™t blame you, and Iโ€™m glad you survived.

  • layman: ๋น„์ „๋ฌธ๊ฐ€

  • orbit: ๊ถค๋„

I guess I should explain how Mars missions work, for any layman who may be reading this. We got to Earth orbit the normal way, through an ordinary ship to Hermes. All the Ares mission use Hermes to get to and from Mars. Itโ€™s really big and cost a lot so NASA built only one.

  • reactant: ๋ฐ˜์‘ ๋ฌผ์งˆ, ๋ฐ˜์‘๋ฌผ

  • nuclear reactor: ์›์ž๋กœ

  • constantly: ๋Š์ž„์—†์ด, ๊ฑฐ๋“ญ

The thing is, it doesnโ€™t take mush reactant mass, so a little argon (and a nuclear reactor to power things) let us accelerate constantly the whole way there.

  • regale somebody with something: (์ด์•ผ๊ธฐ, ๋†๋‹ด ๋“ฑ์œผ๋กœ) โ€ฆ๋ฅผ ์ฆ๊ฒ๊ฒŒ ํ•ด ์ฃผ๋‹ค

  • relive: ์ƒ๊ธฐํ•˜๋‹ค

  • suffice: ์ถฉ๋ถ„ํ•˜๋‹ค

  • strangle: ๋ชฉ์„ ์กฐ๋ฅด๋‹ค, ๋ชฉ ์กธ๋ผ ์ฃฝ์ด๋‹ค

I could regale you with tales of how we had great fun on the trip, but I wonโ€™t. I donโ€™t feel like reliving it right now. Suffice it to say we got to Mars 124 days later without strangling each other.

  • thruster: (ํŠนํžˆ ํ•ญ๊ณต๊ธฐ์˜) ๋ฐ˜๋™ ์ถ”์ง„ ์—”์ง„

  • sole: ์œ ์ผํ•œ

The MDV(Mars descent vehicle) is basically a big can with some light thrusters and parachutes attached. Its sole purpose is to get six humans from Mars orbit to the surface without killing any of them.

  • in advance: ๋ฏธ๋ฆฌ, ์ „๋ถ€ํ„ฐ

And now we come to the real trick of Mars exploration: having all of out shit there in advance.

  • deposite: (ํŠน์ •ํ•œ ๊ณณ์—) ๋‘๋‹ค[๋†“๋‹ค]

A total of fourteen unmanned missions deposited everything we would need for surface operations.

  • vessel: (๋Œ€ํ˜•) ์„ ๋ฐ•[๋ฐฐ], ๊ทธ๋ฆ‡[์šฉ๊ธฐ/ํ†ต]

They tried their best to land all the supply vessels in the same general area, and did a reasonably good job.

  • breach: (ํ•ฉ์˜๋‚˜ ์•ฝ์†์„) ์œ„๋ฐ˜ํ•˜๋‹ค[์–ด๊ธฐ๋‹ค] (=break), (๋ฐฉ์–ด๋ฒฝ ๋“ฑ์—) ๊ตฌ๋ฉ์„ ๋šซ๋‹ค, ๊ตฌ๋ฉ

Naturally, they didnโ€™t send us to Mars until theyโ€™d confirmed that all the supplies had made it to the surface and their containers werenโ€™t breached.

  • en[on] route: (์–ด๋””๋กœ ๊ฐ€๋Š”) ๋„์ค‘์—

Start to finish, including supply missions, a Mars mission takes about three years. In fact, there were Ares 3 supplies en route to Mars while the Ares 2 crew were on their way home.

  • turn out: ๋ชจ์Šต์„ ๋“œ๋Ÿฌ๋‚ด๋‹ค, ~์ธ ๊ฒƒ์œผ๋กœ ๋ฐํ˜€์ง€๋‹ค, (๊ฒฐ๊ณผ๊ฐ€ ํŠน์ • ๋ฐฉ์‹์œผ๋กœ) ๋˜๋‹ค[๋˜์–ด ๊ฐ€๋‹ค]

The MAV is pretty cool. Turns out, through a neat set of chemical reactions with the Martian atmosphere, for every kilogram of hydrogen you bring to Mars, you can make thirteen kilograms of fuel.

  • gust: ์„ธ์ฐฌ ๋ฐ”๋žŒ, ๋Œํ’

  • whack: ๊ฐ•ํƒ€, ํ›„๋ ค์น˜๊ธฐ

  • huddle: ์˜น๊ธฐ์ข…๊ธฐ ๋ชจ์ด๋‹ค

  • the Hab: ๋ง‰์‚ฌ, habitat, habitation: ์„œ์‹์ง€, ๊ฑฐ์ฃผ์ง€

The mission is designed to handle sandstorm gusts up to 150 kph. So Houston got understandably nervous when we got whacked with 175 kph winds. We all got in our flight space suits and huddled in the middle of the Hab, just in case it lost pressure. But the Hab wasnโ€™t the problem.

  • delicate: ์—ฐ์•ฝํ•œ, ๋‹ค์น˜๊ธฐ ์‰ฌ์šด(=fragile)

  • put up something: (์‹ธ์›€, ์‹œํ•ฉ์—์„œ ์–ด๋–ค ๊ธฐ๋Ÿ‰,๊ฒฐ์˜ ๋“ฑ์„) ๋ณด์ด๋‹ค

  • extent: (ํฌ๊ธฐ, ์ค‘์š”์„ฑ, ์‹ฌ๊ฐ์„ฑ ๋“ฑ์˜) ์ •๋„[๊ทœ๋ชจ], (์–ด๋–ค ์ง€์—ญ์˜) ํฌ๊ธฐ[๊ทœ๋ชจ]

  • sandblast: (๋ถ„์‚ฌ๊ธฐ๋กœ) ๋ชจ๋ž˜๋ฅผ ๋ถ„์‚ฌํ•˜์—ฌ ์”ป๋‹ค[๊ฐˆ๋‹ค/์žฅ์‹ํ•˜๋‹ค]

  • sustained: ์ง€์†๋œ, ํ•œ๊ฒฐ๊ฐ™์€, ์ผ๊ด€๋œ

  • abort: ์œ ์‚ฐ์‹œํ‚ค๋‹ค, ์ค‘๋‹จ์‹œํ‚ค๋‹ค

The MAV is a spaceship. It has a lot of delicate parts. It can put up with storms to a certain extent, but it canโ€™t just get sandblasted forever. After an hour and a half of sustained wind, NASA gave the order to abort.

  • punishment: ๋ฒŒ, ์ฒ˜๋ฒŒ, ํ˜•๋ฒŒ, ์‹ฌํ•œ ๋Œ€์ ‘[์ทจ๊ธ‰]

  • strand: ์˜ค๋„ ๊ฐ€๋„ ๋ชปํ•˜๊ฒŒ ํ•˜๋‹ค, ๋ฐœ์„ ๋ฌถ๋‹ค, ๊ผผ์ง ๋ชปํ•˜๊ฒŒ ํ•˜๋‹ค

Nobody wanted to stop a monthlong mission after only six days, but if the MAV took any more punishment, weโ€™d all have gotten stranded down there.

  • relay: ์ „๋‹ฌํ•˜๋‹ค

  • torn: tear ๊ณผ๊ฑฐ๋ถ„์‚ฌ, tear: ์ฐข์–ด์ง„ ๊ณณ, ๊ตฌ๋ฉ

  • torrent: ๊ธ‰๋ฅ˜, ๋น—๋ฐœ์นจ(=deluge)

Our main communications dish, which relayed signals from the Hab to Hermes, acted like a parachute, getting torn from its foundation and carried with the torrent.

  • tore: tear์˜ ๊ณผ๊ฑฐ, tear: ์ฐข์–ด์ง„ ๊ณณ, ๊ตฌ๋ฉ

  • rip: ์ฐข๋‹ค[์ฐข์–ด์ง€๋‹ค]

  • vaguely: ๋ชจํ˜ธ[์• ๋งค]ํ•˜๊ฒŒ, ํฌ๋ฏธ[ํ๋ฆฟ]ํ•˜๊ฒŒ

It tore through my suit like a bullet through butter, and I felt the worst pain of my life as it ripped open my side. I vaguely remember having the wind knocked out of me(pulled out of me, really) and my ears popping painfully as the pressure of my suit escaped.

  • obnoxious: ์•„์ฃผ ๋ถˆ์พŒํ•œ, ๋ชน์‹œ ๊ธฐ๋ถ„ ๋‚˜์œ(=offensive)

  • rouse: ๊นจ์šฐ๋‹ค

  • profound: (์˜ํ–ฅ, ๋Š๋‚Œ, ๊ฒฝํ—˜ ๋“ฑ์ด) ์—„์ฒญ๋‚œ[๊นŠ์€]

I awoke to the oxygen alarm in my suit. A steady, obnoxious beeping that eventually roused me from a deep and profound desire to just fucking die.

  • abate: (๊ฐ•๋„๊ฐ€) ์•ฝํ•ด์ง€๋‹ค, ์•ฝํ™”์‹œํ‚ค๋‹ค[์ค„์ด๋‹ค]

  • buried: ํŒŒ๋ฌปํžŒ, bury: ๋ฌป๋‹ค[๋งค์žฅํ•˜๋‹ค]

  • groggily: ๋น„ํ‹€๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๋ฉด์„œ, ๊ทธ๋กœ๊ธฐ ์ƒํƒœ๊ฐ€ ๋˜์–ด

The storm had abated; I was facedown, alomost totally buried in sand. As I groggily came to, I wondered why I wasnโ€™t more dead.

  • pelvis: ๊ณจ๋ฐ˜

The antenna had enough force to punch through the suit and my side, but it had been stopped by my pelvis.

  • steep: ๊ฐ€ํŒŒ๋ฅธ, ๋น„ํƒˆ์ง„, ๊ธ‰๊ฒฉํ•œ(=sharp)

  • somehow: ์–ด๋–ป๊ฒŒ๋“ , ์™œ ๊ทธ๋Ÿฐ์ง€, ์™ ์ง€

  • oblique: ์™„๊ณกํ•œ, ๋น„์Šค๋“ฌํ•œ, ์‚ฌ๊ฐ

  • torque: ํšŒ์ „๋ ฅ, ํ† ํฌ

I had been knocked back quite a ways and rolled down a steep hill. Somehow I landed facedown, which forced the antenna to a strongly oblique angle that put a lot of torque on the hole in the suit. It made a weak seal.

  • copious: ์—„์ฒญ๋‚œ(์–‘์˜), ๋ฐฉ๋Œ€ํ•œ(=abundant)

  • trickle: (์•ก์ฒด๊ฐ€ ๊ฐ€๋Š˜๊ฒŒ)ํ๋ฅด๋‹ค

  • evaporate: (์•ก์ฒด๊ฐ€) ์ฆ๋ฐœํ•˜๋‹ค[์‹œํ‚ค๋‹ค]

  • gunky: ๋ˆ์ ๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๋Š”, ์ฐ๋“๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๋Š”

  • residue: ์ž”์—ฌ[์ž”๋ฅ˜]๋ฌผ

Then, the copious blood from my wound trickled down toward the hole. As the blood reached the site of the breach, the water in it quickly evaporated from the airflow and low pressure, leaving a gunky residue behind.

  • counteract: (๋ฌด์—‡์˜ ์•…์˜ํ–ฅ์—) ๋Œ€์‘ํ•˜๋‹ค(=counter)

Eventually, it sealed the gaps around the hole and reduced the leak to something the suit could counteract.

  • admirably: ๊ฐํƒ„ํ•  ๋งŒํ•˜๊ฒŒ, ํ›Œ๋ฅญํ•˜๊ฒŒ, admire: ์กด๊ฒฝํ•˜๋‹ค, ์นญ์ฐฌํ•˜๋‹ค

The suit did its job admirably.

  • flooded: ๋ฌผ์— ์ž ๊ธด, ์นจ์ˆ˜๋œ, flood: ํ™์ˆ˜

Sensing the drop in pressure, it constantly flooded itself with air from my nitrogen tank to equalize.

  • absorber: ํก์ˆ˜ (์žฅ์น˜); ํก์ˆ˜ํ•˜๋Š” ์‚ฌ๋žŒ; [๋ฌผ๋ฆฌ]ํก์ˆ˜์ฒด, ํก์ˆ˜์žฌ

  • expend: ํ™•๋Œ€๋˜๋‹ค, ํ™•์žฅ๋˜๋‹ค

  • limiting factor: ์ œํ•œ ์ธ์ž(์ƒ๋ฌผ์˜ ์ƒ์žฅ, ํ™œ๋™ ๋“ฑ์„ ์ œํ•œํ•˜๋Š”)

After a while, the COโ‚‚ (Carbon dioxide) absorbers in the suit were expended. Thatโ€™s really the limiting factor to life support.

  • absorption: ํก์ˆ˜

In the Hab, I have the oxygenator, a large piece of equipment that breaks apart COโ‚‚ to give the oxygen back. But the space suits have to be portable, so they use a simple chemical absorption process with expendable filters. Iโ€™d been asleep long enough that my filters were useless.

  • deliberately: ๊ณ ์˜๋กœ, ์˜๋„[๊ณ„ํš]์ ์œผ๋กœ (=intentionally, on purpose)

Having no way to seperate out the COโ‚‚, the suit deliberately vented air to the Martian atmosphere, then backfilled with nitrogen.

  • excessively: ์ง€๋‚˜์น˜๊ฒŒ, ์‹ฌํžˆ, ๋งค์šฐ

  • nervous system: ์‹ ๊ฒฝ๊ณ„ (-> central nervous system)

I now risked dying from oxygen toxicity, as the excessively high amount of oxygen threatened to burn up my nervous system, lungs, and eyes.

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  • sheer: ์ˆ˜์ง์œผ๋กœ

  • the sheer volume of business: ๋งŽ์€ ์—…๋ฌด๋Ÿ‰

  • astounding: ๊ฒฝ์•…์Šค๋Ÿฌ์šด, ๋ฏฟ๊ธฐ ์–ด๋ ค์šด(=astonishing)

The sheer volume of training for a space mission is astounding.

  • funnel: ๊น”๋•Œ๊ธฐ

  • resin: ์†ก์ง„, ํ•ฉ์„ฑ์ˆ˜์ง€

Itโ€™s nothing more than a funnel with a valve at the small end and an unbelievably sticky resin on the wide end.

  • interfere: ๊ฐ„์„ญ[๊ฐœ์ž…/์ฐธ๊ฒฌ]ํ•˜๋‹ค

The idea is you have the valve open and stick the wid end ove a hole. The air can escape through the valve, so it doesnโ€™t interfere with the resin making a good seal. Then you close the valve, and youโ€™ve sealed the breach.

  • wince: (ํ†ต์ฆ, ๋‹นํ˜น๊ฐ์œผ๋กœ ์–ผ๊ตด ํ‘œ์ •์ด)์›€์ฐ”ํ•˜๊ณ  ๋†€๋ผ๋‹ค[์›€์ฐ”ํ•˜๋‹ค]

  • dizzy: ์–ด์ง€๋Ÿฌ์šด

  • agony: ๊ทน๋„์˜ (์œก์ฒด์ , ์ •์‹ ์ ) ๊ณ ํ†ต[๊ดด๋กœ์›€]

The tricky part was getting the antnna out of the way. I pulled it out as fast as I could, wincing as the sudden pressure drop dizzied me and made the wound in my side scream in agony.

  • readout: ์ปดํ“จํ„ฐ (์ •๋ณด์˜) ํ•ด๋…, ํŒ๋…, ์ •๋ณด ์ฝ๊ธฐ

Checking my arm readouts, I saw the suit was now at 85 percent oxygen. For reference, Earthโ€™s atmosphere is about 21 percent. Iโ€™d be okay, so long as I didnโ€™t spend too much time like that.

  • stumble: ๋ฐœ์ด ๊ฑธ๋ฆฌ๋‹ค, ๋ฐœ์„ ํ—›๋””๋””๋‹ค, ๋น„ํ‹€[ํœ˜์ฒญ]๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๋‹ค

I stumbled up the hill back toward the Hab.

  • crest: ์‚ฐ๋งˆ๋ฃจ, ๋ฌผ๋งˆ๋ฃจ, ๊ผญ๋Œ€๊ธฐ[์ •์ƒ]์— ์ด๋ฅด๋‹ค

  • intact: ์˜จ์ „ํ•œ, ์ „ํ˜€ ๋‹ค์น˜์ง€ ์•Š์€

As I crested the rise, I saw something that made me very happy and something that made me very sad: The Hab was intact (yay!) and the MAV was gone (boo!).

  • limp: ๊ธฐ์šด[ํ™œ๊ธฐ]์ด ์—†๋Š”, ์ถ• ์ฒ˜์ง„[๋Š˜์–ด์ง„], ํ๋Š์ ๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๋Š”

  • fumble: (๋ฌด์—‡์„ ํ•˜๊ฑฐ๋‚˜ ์ฐพ๋Š๋ผ๊ณ  ์†์œผ๋กœ) ๋”๋“ฌ๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๋‹ค

I limped back to the Hab and fumbled my way into an airlock. As soon as it equalized, I thre

  • doff: ๋ชจ์ž๋ฅผ ๋ฒ—๋‹ค[๋“ค์–ด ์˜ฌ๋ฆฌ๋‹ค]

Once inside the Hab, I doffed the suit and got my first good look at the injury.

  • anesthetic: ๋งˆ์ทจ์˜, ๋ฌด๊ฐ๊ฐํ•œ, ๋งˆ์ทจ์ œ

  • local anesthetic: ๊ตญ์†Œ๋งˆ์ทจ

  • irrigate: (๋•…์—) ๋ฌผ์„ ๋Œ€๋‹ค, ๊ด€๊ฐœํ•˜๋‹ค, (์ƒ์ฒ˜ ๋“ฑ์„) ์„ธ์ฒ™ํ•˜๋‹ค.

A quick shot of loacl anesthetic, irrigate the wound, none stitches, and I was done.

  • antibiotics: ํ•ญ์ƒ์ œ

Iโ€™d be taking antibiotics for a couple of weeks, but other than that Iโ€™d be fine.

  • array: ์ง‘ํ•ฉ์ฒด[๋ชจ์Œ/๋ฌด๋ฆฌ]

I knew it was hopeless, but I tried firing up the communications array. No signal, of course.

  • tertiary: ์ œ 3์˜, 3์ฐจ์˜, ์…‹์งธ์˜

The Hab had secondary and tertiary communications systems, but they were both just for talking to the MAV, which would use its much more powerful systems to relay to Hermes. Thing is, that only works if the MAV is still around.

  • rig up: (๋ญ๋“  ์žˆ๋Š” ์žฌ๋ฃŒ๋ฅผ ๊ฐ€์ง€๊ณ )~์„ ๊ธ‰ํžˆ ๋งŒ๋“ค๋‹ค

I could locate the dish out on the surface, but it would take weeks for me to rig up any repairs, and that would be too late.

  • orbital dynamics: ๊ถค๋„ ์—ญํ•™

The orbital dynamics made the trip safer and shorter the earlier you left, so why wait?

  • plow through: ๋šซ๊ณ  ์ง€๋‚˜๊ฐ€๋‹ค

Checking out my suit, I saw the antenna had plowed through my bio-monitor computer.

  • regulation: ๊ทœ์ •

They may have even had a brief discussion about recovering my body, but regulations are clear. In the event a crewman dies on Mars, he stays on Mars.

  • disposible: ์‚ฌ์šฉ ํ›„ ๋ฒ„๋ฆฌ๊ฒŒ ๋˜์–ด ์žˆ๋Š”, ์ผํšŒ์šฉ์˜, ์ด์šฉ ๊ฐ€๋Šฅํ•œ

  • thrust: ์ถ”์ง„

That means more disposable fuel and a larger margin of error for the return thrust.

  • suffocate: ์งˆ์‹์‚ฌ ํ•˜๋‹ค

  • reclaimer: ๋ฐ˜ํ™˜ ์š”๊ตฌ์ž, ๊ฐ„์ฒ™[๊ฐœ๊ฐ„]์ž, ํ™˜์›๊ธฐ

If the oxygenator breaks down, Iโ€™ll suffocate. If the water reclaimer breaks down, Iโ€™ll die of thirst.

CHAPTER 2

LOG ENTRY: SOL 7