Photo Source: Unsplash Message to Mars “I need to come home, Mom,” she says. There is only the quiet hiss of digital silence in her ear. “Mom, are you there?” “Yes.” “Did you hear what I said?” A long digital pause. The time elapsed by a couple dozen bits hushed in the ether. “Yes. Now is not a good time. Jeff—your boyfriend. Is he there?” “Jeff moved out.” Another delay as if the words traveled to Mars and back. “Are you okay?” “I’m broken, Mom.” She hears beeps, chirps and...