Marstyr
an astronaut (say a nasa astronaut from the ongoing curiosity project or any such in the future) who dies on / on his way to / on his way back from / because of something related to his/her journey to/from mars, which is for the sake of science/astronomy/humanity.
of course, i doubt about any need to elucidate it. play with the words ‘mars’ and ‘martyr’ is all it is. this is a word of the future!
hope there won’t be any marstyrs 🙂
this new pioneering nasa project is gonna create a lot of marstyrs because of its deadly mission conditions.
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