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2035. We made it. After 60 years of research, rovers, orbiters, landers and telescopes we made it to Mars and yet it feels a little anticlimactic. As me and the rest of the crew look around the red planet and take pictures of this incredible moment for space exploration I realize it is mostly a lot of red dirt and a dusty skyline. Miles and miles of empty space and silence. “That’s Earth” says the mission specialist pointing at a bright star in the distance. 7.6 billion people, every single one with hopes, dreams, fears and aspirations, are just a dot in the distance. I never felt so lonely for the human species in my life.

We settle in and decide to walk around and take samples and photographs of everything we possibly can. Dirt, rocks and even air is packaged and labeled meticulously for further inspection back home.

After two hours or so we come across a cave, very surprising for the type of environment.  We walk in slowly into the dark cave. Our steps echo loudly and we realize that it’s much bigger than we previously thought.  After about ten more steps the commander starts telling us to go back since we only had about an hour left before we had to head back to Earth. I ignored him since I had become deeply fixated with an odd white tube in what seemed to be the back of the cave. I started to walk faster and faster while the rest of the crew yelled at me until I tripped and fell. Luckily, my suit wasn’t damaged and my hands where only a little bruised. I’m pulling myself up from the floor when I realize the strange white tube looks lot like what Halloween decorations try to imitate. I looked up from my knelled position just as the rest of the crew came to get me.  We looked up and read the same two words out loud scratched on the side of the cave. “There’s more”