WOMEN ON MARS

Since Man was extinguished from the garden, and forced to toil upon the clay of the Earth, they immediately gazed upon the heavens, yearning to return to paradise. Their eyes locked onto the red orb. The first people lived in caves during the day to sharpen their eyes for night to better see the stare at night. Later men tracked its orbit, finding it to be elliptical rather than round, discovering it too to be a planet revolving around the sun, using thick hand cut oblong glass to further examine the red planet. Soon after polar ice caps, and dust clouds, were found on the bloody Martian planet.

Man eventually sent robots to this alien land. Rovers sending eerie pictures of a deserted landscape filled with rocks and dust, completely alien and bizarre, soulless lacking life entirely. Machines made the first imprint on its surface, clearing the way for man to make its rudimentary return to the heavens they once could only observe.

First man. A base built with its own atmosphere. Energy harnessed from the sun. Food grown indoors. Man could live extended periods of time. There they would spelunk its caverns, plow through it its dust, toil around its volcanoes, and discover life never imagined from all the way down there—beautiful buxom and voluptuous women, despairing in isolation for all these years, staring down at our blue and green marble, for someone to finally visit them.