Is there life on Mars?
A lone astronaut thinks he has finally found the proof that scientists have long been looking for
08:00 UTC, Elysium Plains, the tiny blue disc of Earth visible above the rust-colored horizon.
“I think I’ve found it,” I said over the headset, struggling to crouch down in the cumbersome EVA suit. Peering through the visor into a tiny crevice in the rock, I could clearly see the microscopic mollusc-like organisms. Final proof that there was life on Mars. I wished I had a partner with me to collect samples.
“Whatcha lookin’ at buddy?”
It wasn’t the voice from behind that startled me, so much as the inquisitive green face and sprawling tentacles of its owner.
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Raymond G. Taylor
Author based in Kent, England. A writer of fictional short stories in a wide range of genres, he has been a non-fiction writer since the 1980s. Non-fiction subjects include art, history, technology, business, law, and the human condition.
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