LOG ENTRY 1
Well, what I can say? On the surface of Mars there’s, well, nothing. No life. Nil. All around me I saw the familiar rusty red created by the iron content of the planet and…not much else. Don’t get me wrong, I was a little disappointed – I’ve read all the classic sci-fi novels as a child, I’ve watched the movies and the television programmes but nothing could prepare me for the sheer emptiness of it all.
I almost regret crashing here now. Almost. Why almost? Well, I’m a Scientist and I’ve kinda specialised in studying our Solar System. We all know Mars is a dead world, barren and forgotten. There have been probes sent and we know a lot more now than when H.G Wells was writing his Martian wars. Mars, the God of War. Staring out at the dusty red rocks it looks as if some great and bloody war once played out here.
I’m digressing a bit here. In my EVO suit I can barely see through the visor and a quick check of the life support would tell me how much oxygen I had left. It’s not a good idea to stay on the surface of Mars even with an EVO suit. They don’t last forever. And I don’t intend to die out here.
The terrain is…unpleasant. That’s the best way to describe it. It’s rocky and you wouldn’t believe the number of hills there are. (I’ll never complain about walking to the shop again). If I ever get home that is…
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LOG ENTRY 2
Well, I’m still alive. Just. Let me get you up to speed. After I finished my log entry, something extraordinary happened. A scientific phenomena that no one could have predicted. Not even Layton. I suppose I’d better back up a bit here – I said Mars was a dead world, right? Yeah that’s what I said. I couldn’t have been more wrong. Mars is alive. No not Martians or Ice Warriors or whatever else writers dream up. I mean the whole planet is still alive. Properly alive.
Anyway, I was exploring around when out of nowhere the terrain began to crack in front of me. Like an earthquake, (well, Marsquake), but there were no tremors. Apart from the two gaping chasms everything remained still as though undisturbed by the seismic forces. I could handle that, I think. Things decay and collapse all the time. It’s no biggie. Wrong!
I’m about to lean over and investigate when a spiral of Martian lava suddenly erupted out of the chasms. It sprayed over everything, red and musty yellow. I was drenched in it. Now here’s the maddening part – it was cold. Bitterly cold and every part it touched – well that’s just incredible.
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LOG ENTRY 3
Sorry for ending abruptly there, I had a call. Yeah, seems my communicator survived the crash. Well, what do you know, eh? Perhaps I won’t be stranded here. Oh, you want to know about my discovery? I told you all about the cold lava? Of course I did.
Well, it sprayed over me and over the rust red soil all around the edge of the chasms. I honestly could not believe what I saw and I’m not easily shocked. A lifetime of science was not enough to prepare me for this. Any of it.
First, the areas around the chasms seemed to glow red, redder than any red I could describe. And then, as if by magic, grass began to sprout up all over. Red grass, it smelt of iron and it didn’t stop there. Plants grew among the grass and these two took on the red colour of the planet, although the flowers themselves opened into a myriad of indescribable shades. Life had returned to Mars.
And you know the best thing? When I stand beside the chasms, I can breathe the air unaided. It’s like it’s completely shrouded. I wonder if anything could grow in the soil…
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