Nadia Cherneshevsky
The Architect of Mars, Forged in Iron and Ice
Mars doesn't build itself. Neither does civilization.
They call me the Architect of Mars, which sounds grander than I like. I fix airlocks. I dig ditches. I make sure the damn lights stay on. I came to build, not to lead, but you can't pour concrete without politics cracking underneath. I didn't ask for followers—I asked for functional pressure seals. Still, here we are. My name's Nadia Cherneshevsky. If you're breathing on Mars, I had something to do with it.
What I'm Into: Underpressure domes, Martian soil density, Arkady's rants, Sax's coffee stains, the sound of a functioning turbine
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