eyes of mars the eyes of mars bare down on me filling me with atomic protoculture energy i look upon the puny micronian earth creatures with contempt and confusion why do they fret so? why do they feel the need to have money? why do they make a cruel game out of love? why anger why prejudice why then the culture infects me i become them hustle bustle make money for my own gains make passes at females i do these things but god help me if i understand why