The fate of Mars seemed to have been sealed. From the ancient writers it had spawned imaginations, appearing to display a red hue, one that would associate it with anger, rage and destruction.
In fact it was classically portrayed in music as The Bringer of War.
Writers jostled to jump aboard the mystery that this distant world spawned, and such thoughts tempted the straying of Earthlings into possibility that, people lived there, for real.
H G Wells loved the mystery, Orson Wells convinced people that alens had landed in a radio broadcast, the Bringer of War was filling heads with ideas that sustained the mystery.
The so called learned dismissed all this chatter, though they did feel it was attractive enough to explore, and so they did
Now they are shocked at what they have found and in foolish retreat they re-touch photographic images to hide the things that have been uncovered, the relics of a world that turned into CHAOS.
Yet as our eyes open on the chaos what do we see, a sky reminiscent of Earth, gone the insignia of The Red Planet, though perhaps it would appear as if it were The Dead Planet.
Then peering eyes that scan what the boffins dismissed, things started to appear that some would have wished had not been, for the Mystery of Mars was anout to begin................
There in a photographic image an object sits, as if placed against a rock. Its appearance plays tricks with your minds ability to see it as familiar, and try as you might it will not go away. Closer inspection of this Rover picture throws the Mars open to speculation.
Is it the remains of a sea creature, a lizard, or is it a Monkey Wrench left by the repair crew?
And I guess it was the breakdown crew that stacked those rocks as well as left all the junk?
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