Where a wheeled remote-controlled robot,
Drills for the first time, into a rock on Mars...
It carries the best technology, and dreams,
Of beings far, far away, who want to find
Hope, in ancient, dried-up, Martian streams...
For if there was once was water there,
It could imply they are not alone, and
There might be Earth-life out somewhere
On a distant place the gods gave air.
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