How would you feel if you were born on Mars, were the most famous person in the Solar System, but could never leave the Red Planet? Mars. 2045. My name's Eva, and I'm a Martian. Well, technically the first Martianborn human - I'm not, like, green or anything. So listen, we're in trouble here; I need to steal a rover to rescue Dad, who's stuck in a mining vent, in a planet-wide dust-storm, far from our base, or he'll die. He may even be already dead. Oh, and I'm Type 1 Diabetic with no insulin. Wish me luck.