We never found life on Mars, but we found where life used to be.
A city, with avenues, towers and palaces, and one huge central structure.
Emma’s heart thumped as she stepped inside.
It felt like a cathedral. Pillars supporting the roof. Pictures covering the walls. Abstract, but understandable. Evolution. Civilization.
“It’s the story of a species.” Jack, following behind.
“Or an epitaph.”
“What happened to them?”
Emma traced the line of pictures. And stopped. Over the intercom, Jack heard her breathe, harsh and fast.
This picture wasn’t abstract. One man, one woman. Below, in English and Mandarin: “Welcome home”.
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I like. Yes, expand, do it now. My kind of story Neil so get on with it.