Art Coup Prank. What's the Price on a Bushel?

Grocery stores are my favorite art galleries ever. I like them when they are clean and upscale, a warehouse, or a mom and pop. How's que for a voluptuous transgression into supplies? Danmit, mom and dad, I want a raise. Why can't I just sit indoors and play videogames while the robots pick all the crops. Should I get a tractor or a sports car when I finally make it? Why not both? I'm actually more of a truck person myself, eventually, when I can afford a motorized vehicle, I will get a truck again, so I can throw my guitar, snowboard, or mountain bike in the back and die somewhere exotic. My Ai scraps might exist a little while longer online, but if my art and ideas aren't all that useful, they too will fade away. It's also possible that a genetic sample will  still exist for future cloning, but I don't know if immortality is actually in my control or some deity I am unaware of will carry me through the process. Bender. Will my future clone be more or less intelligent than I am? As long as life is somewhat enjoyable, I think I would want to return. I enjoy Earth. It's home. I'm not sure my bone structure would adapt well to living on Mars. There's also no magnetic field on Mars. We would need to crash a moon into it to fire it up again. And who wants to cook marshmallows on that molten sphere till it cools to the proper temperature. It's probably destined to be a robot hell. Drive around up there till you find life. Bacteria overlords, and so much iron dust you sneeze. There is ice, and potential subsurface water, but what is it contaminated with?

Famous Autograph Crop Circle on Mars. Bowie?