It was dead, more dead than anything anyone on the First Generation expected, the heat was piercing through their suits, but the air was as adequate as earth has. The soil was red, and made of mostly clay and other substances. Most of the First Generation went back inside, to cool off, or to rest after their long trip. Few remained outside.
Captain J. Hammer smiled and asked, “One hundred years of Terraforming, one billion dollars, for this?” He was staring out in the dead Martian desert.
“I suppose so. . .” Dr. Jim responded; he was one of the many scientists they had with them.
“They question is--” the captain stopped “--why?”
“Because we could.” Dr. Jim said, him too staring out into the Martian desert.
“Well that’s an idiotic reason,” said one of the crew members who only heard a small part of the conversation, “I mean ‘Because we could’ isn’t a good reason at all! It’s the worst reason to terraform a planet! We’ve all ready terraformed the moon for goodness sake!”
“I know,” the captain said, “but it wasn’t up to us. It was International Space Agency idea! Not ours! Believe me if it was up to me, I would of stayed on the moon! It’s closer to home, and warmer.” The captain said angrily.
“Yes, it is idiotic, but it’s a step closer to getting out of the solar system.” Dr. Jim shot back the Captain.
“Don’t you have duties to attend to, Doctor?” The captain said stared at Dr. Jim
“Yes,” the scientist started to walk off then stopped and said to the captain without looking at him, “don’t you, captain?”
The captain was getting irritated, and said glaring his eyes, “Yes, yes I do.”
The both walked into the same direction, without looking at each other.