Woo yeah, baby - I'm mobile!

[mars_beagle]

They didn't even design me to be mobile, but I am (I think that must be what they call the Law Of Unintended Consequences). You see, with me rattling my lid and pushing and heaving and huffing and puffing trying to get myself open, that means I'm rocking back and forth and this means I'm wobbling around on the surface - probably in circles because I seem to have landed on level ground.

I might be able to embark on a random walk search pattern across the planet's surface.