This planet doesn’t support life but it might have done at some stage.
Remains found everywhere.
Made a promising discovery yesterday: a structure of two hundred and six pieces, composed mainly of calcium phosphate.
Gold, the fuel for our continued existence, is present in the form of a small chain around a part of the structure.
This finding might become our saviour if others such as this will be found in reasonable quantities.
Today, I have found a new object, buried in the sand. Tests I conducted revealed it as a primitive video-recording devise. I managed to decode the message a strange alien creature generated eons ago. Its aspect was repellent, the sounds it produced were a strident cacophony. I manged to get over that and the translator worked in the end.
I watched as the alien explained how its species evolved in time, extolled their inventions. They called that progress but they started wanting more and more. They fought wars for land, power, religion and politics. They became decadent and lost touch with their nurturing Gaia. They ignored the signs, the omens and when they finally realised what needed to be done it was too late. Their air was becoming unbreathable, their water all dried up.
The alien was the last of its kind, its testament was a warning to any intelligent, sentient being.
I am frightened as I feel a sense of affinity with that long dead alien. It could be me, this planet could be mine, this might become my species’ destiny too.
This is too close to home, a mirror for what is coming for us too. I know our time is short and we need to change, to stop violating our planet. How far can we travel across space and time to find more of what we have already destroyed through our greed? Will the High Council believe the story of this barren world, the words of this long extinct alien?
I beg you, Commander, don’t ignore this, don’t bury the truth, we still have choices…
Communication interrupted… can you hear me?