Proxima Centauri Visit
Normally,I try to answer those"Questions You Didn't Know You Wanted To Ask"onMondays.But,I wrote aFlash Fiction Storylast night instead of watchingFootball,so I would like to know if it was worth it.Any feedback is welcomed.The story is called;
Proxima Centauri Visit
As ordered, I will be relaying all data as I see it, back to the orbiting spacecraft, as I leave the lander and set upon the first otherworldly explored planet by our species.
I am wearing the protective suit, as I deem it necessary because of the strange atmospheric gasses which are unsustainable to life as we know it.
Atmospheric composition is of 78% nitrogen, 21% oxygen, 0.9% argon, and 0.03% carbon dioxide.
I can only assume the creatures who once inhabited the planet had somehow polluted their atmosphere with those horrendous gasses, which poisoned the species to their total demise.
The planet has medium size areas of rocky masses for habitation, with large bodies of flowing combinations of chemicals, mostly of NaCI and H2O mixed together, surrounding those masses.
I surmised correctly about the jutting objects, out of the surface, as not natural formations.
Entering one, I see strange, separated box enclosures, cluttered with items of strange material.
I will leave it up to our scientist to deceiver their function or use.
On the upright support surfaces, some are covered with hanging depictions, I assume they are of the horrible looking creatures who once inhabited this planet.
Some of them seem to pose by themselves, then band together, closely, with others of their kind.
It is hard to described their features.
Rectangular pudgy middle section, held up by two long stems, two other stems protrude on either side.
I imagine to help their flimsy bodies with balance.
There is a roundish blob on top of the mid-section that I can’t see any use for.
Unbelievable.
On the level surface, in one of the boxed-in enclosures, I see the same outer shell lying there, that I saw on one of the creature, in one of the depictions.
These creatures must molt during their life span because that same shell was clearly on one of the creatures and is now separated from its host.
Wait, I sense a vibration at the frequency of 32,768.
I found the device.
It is round, depicts their Moon and some stars.
It has moving parts that I cannot understand their use of.
Symbols.
Maybe our linguistics personnel can tell us what they mean.
I will take it with me.
My warning system has informed me that my protective suit is deteriorating from the oxygen rich gas in the atmosphere.
Returning to my lander to leave the planet.
I see no further reason to return to such an inhospitable planet, where the intelligence and technology of these creatures was obviously lacking.
We cannot learn from creatures who destroyed themselves.
This is my last final transmission until I return the lander to the spacecraft.
I cannot wait to get back to our beautiful home of coordinates RA 14h 29m 43s / Dec -62* 40’ 46”.
This is,Saying We Are Going To Be Visited When We Are Gone,Jim Hauenstein,
And,
“Do you ever wonder if--well, if there are people living on the third planet?'
'The third planet is incapable of supporting life,' stated the husband patiently. 'Our scientists have said there's far too much oxygen in their atmosphere.”
- Ray Bradbury, -
That is my story and I am sticking to it!
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Proxima Centauri Visit
As ordered, I will be relaying all data as I see it, back to the orbiting spacecraft, as I leave the lander and set upon the first otherworldly explored planet by our species.
I am wearing the protective suit, as I deem it necessary because of the strange atmospheric gasses which are unsustainable to life as we know it.
Atmospheric composition is of 78% nitrogen, 21% oxygen, 0.9% argon, and 0.03% carbon dioxide.
I can only assume the creatures who once inhabited the planet had somehow polluted their atmosphere with those horrendous gasses, which poisoned the species to their total demise.
The planet has medium size areas of rocky masses for habitation, with large bodies of flowing combinations of chemicals, mostly of NaCI and H2O mixed together, surrounding those masses.
I surmised correctly about the jutting objects, out of the surface, as not natural formations.
Entering one, I see strange, separated box enclosures, cluttered with items of strange material.
I will leave it up to our scientist to deceiver their function or use.
On the upright support surfaces, some are covered with hanging depictions, I assume they are of the horrible looking creatures who once inhabited this planet.
Some of them seem to pose by themselves, then band together, closely, with others of their kind.
It is hard to described their features.
Rectangular pudgy middle section, held up by two long stems, two other stems protrude on either side.
I imagine to help their flimsy bodies with balance.
There is a roundish blob on top of the mid-section that I can’t see any use for.
Unbelievable.
On the level surface, in one of the boxed-in enclosures, I see the same outer shell lying there, that I saw on one of the creature, in one of the depictions.
These creatures must molt during their life span because that same shell was clearly on one of the creatures and is now separated from its host.
Wait, I sense a vibration at the frequency of 32,768.
I found the device.
It is round, depicts their Moon and some stars.
It has moving parts that I cannot understand their use of.
Symbols.
Maybe our linguistics personnel can tell us what they mean.
I will take it with me.
My warning system has informed me that my protective suit is deteriorating from the oxygen rich gas in the atmosphere.
Returning to my lander to leave the planet.
I see no further reason to return to such an inhospitable planet, where the intelligence and technology of these creatures was obviously lacking.
We cannot learn from creatures who destroyed themselves.
This is my last final transmission until I return the lander to the spacecraft.
I cannot wait to get back to our beautiful home of coordinates RA 14h 29m 43s / Dec -62* 40’ 46”.
This is,Saying We Are Going To Be Visited When We Are Gone,Jim Hauenstein,And,
“Do you ever wonder if--well, if there are people living on the third planet?'
'The third planet is incapable of supporting life,' stated the husband patiently. 'Our scientists have said there's far too much oxygen in their atmosphere.”
- Ray Bradbury, -
That is my story and I am sticking to it!
Like what you are reading,or do not like what you see.Set up my Blog as your Homepage,or sign up as a Follower,or leave a Comment,and I will answer you in a Post.
Thanks for reading.
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