Ethnographer creative story
Today is the first day of my study, after 2 months of space travel. we finally reached our destination, Mars. Since this is the first time anyone has ever been to Mars, we are oblivious to what we will find. We arrive on Mars in search of nothing in particular, but when we step out of our ship we are greeted by a friendly-American looking neighborhood, almost as one would look on earth. The only thing "foreign" about this is the last full dusty sky. We start to search for the creatures that might've built this neighborhood since there is no one in sight. As we walk around we start to get more and more familiar with the homes, some of my men even claimed that they were seeing their childhood homes mixed with the others. I was skeptical until I saw my own, the home I had lived in for 18 years, the home the hosted every Christmas, Easter, and New Years' celebration. The only explanation was whoever built this modeled it off our exact neighborhoods, almost as if they always had known we were going to come here. That, or the other explanation would be that I am going insane. I told my men to go and find their childhood homes, to explore the inside of them. I myself walked into my "home". There was my grandmother sitting on her old rocking chair, this blew my mind because she was dead. Basically, our dead relatives kill us off. They are actually Martians who disguise themselves as travelers loved ones.
I would've gone more in-depth, but sadly I did not have the time I needed.
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