Images of an alien world (Mars is as alien as it can be; I mean, the Moon is, and it is closer) really touch me deeply. I imagine what will it be like being there, touching those rocks, letting that sand go through my fingers, looking at the horizon. But it goes further than that, hard to describe; it is a rather primal feeling.
Also, such a lonely machine. I know, it is a machine, still. I am not comparing humans to a Mars rover, but aren’t we some kind of machine too? As such, I can’t help but feeling sad for Curiosity.
science thoughts