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“What are they?”
“I dunno. I’m not sure they’re actually a ‘they’. We might be looking at just pieces of something.”
The shorter of the two men steps forward. He turns his head left. Then right. He looks up slowly, pushing the top of his helmet back so he can see all the way up. He looks back down. With the gloves attached to his suit he touches the thick, granular substance that coats the entire area. His partner watches apprehensively, eyeing the bizarre, crooked structures. He expects the things to start moving towards them at any moment.
“The structures go into this stuff pretty deep.”
The shorter man starts digging into the brown substance, shoving it aside into a small pile and revealing the tentacles that delve deeper down.
“How far in do they go, you think?"
"I dunno. Looks real deep to me.”
He stands up again. Both of the men stare at the metropolis of crooked columns ahead of them. These are not man-made; that much they know for certain. They don’t look alien-made, either.
“They look like they came out of the earth. Not like they dug into it,” the anxious one whispers. The other man nods. “Do you think they’re… alive?”
Seemingly in answer to his question, all the green-coloured sheets dangling from the mangled towers shudder at once. One long, powerful breath that makes both men cower in fear. And then nothing. Silence. Not so much as a static crackle to fill the air.
“What should we tell them?” the taller man asks. They had warned him that the scariest part of searching for a new planet was the eerie quiet. They were wrong.
“That it’s no good,” the other man answers.
“I dunno. I’m not sure they’re actually a ‘they’. We might be looking at just pieces of something.”
The shorter of the two men steps forward. He turns his head left. Then right. He looks up slowly, pushing the top of his helmet back so he can see all the way up. He looks back down. With the gloves attached to his suit he touches the thick, granular substance that coats the entire area. His partner watches apprehensively, eyeing the bizarre, crooked structures. He expects the things to start moving towards them at any moment.
“The structures go into this stuff pretty deep.”
The shorter man starts digging into the brown substance, shoving it aside into a small pile and revealing the tentacles that delve deeper down.
“How far in do they go, you think?"
"I dunno. Looks real deep to me.”
He stands up again. Both of the men stare at the metropolis of crooked columns ahead of them. These are not man-made; that much they know for certain. They don’t look alien-made, either.
“They look like they came out of the earth. Not like they dug into it,” the anxious one whispers. The other man nods. “Do you think they’re… alive?”
Seemingly in answer to his question, all the green-coloured sheets dangling from the mangled towers shudder at once. One long, powerful breath that makes both men cower in fear. And then nothing. Silence. Not so much as a static crackle to fill the air.
“What should we tell them?” the taller man asks. They had warned him that the scariest part of searching for a new planet was the eerie quiet. They were wrong.
“That it’s no good,” the other man answers.
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