The two of them watched the rockets being prepared. Grim irony there, in the ultimate in engineering and technology being used to transport the lowest, basest form of life. Microbes and bacteria were all that would survive a dying world and decaying civilization.
-If nothing else, then to witness- replied the other, and then a liquid shrug. -All this might be moot. Intelligent life may never evolve again-
Its companion looked about the crusted plains of Mars. -We can only hope-
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