And men. And jet-packs, ray-guns, John Carter, Dejah Thoris, Uncle Martin, Arnold Schwarzenegger's eyes bulging out of their sockets, Marvin, the Ray Bradbury stuff, flying saucers, and a hate-on for Santa Claus. Mars needs lots of things, if it will ever be the Red Planet of our dreams and fantasies.
But you know what it has? Water. Maybe even underground lakes -- okay, "briny pools." But still, that's water, baby. Liquid, life-hosting water.
Why, oh why, aren't we there already?