Thud
Thud
Thud
People and machines whirred around the on the once inactive research facility. Men and women in lab coats stood huddled in small groups, inferring what this moon would be like to possibly have life forms. Further anylization would take place once the boss showed up.
It was not long before he came into the room, followed by none other than the nation himself. They walked briskly around the lab, seeing what everybody had gotten so far.
It wasn't very much.
Noise seemed to be coming from every corner of the room. Chatter, whirring, buzzing and beeping noises bounced off of the walls. A high-tech machine was analyzing the elements on and around the small moon. One question still lingered above all the rest.
What alien life form could possibly be up there?
No answers came that day. Or the several days that followed.
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Inside a military base not far from the lab, Alfred Jones sat in his temporary 'room', on his laptop. His fingers pounded against the keyboard, trying to find out everything he could about this new discovery. To be totally honest, he hadn't been this excited since the moon landing. Aliens on one Jupiter's Moons!? Freaking epic! Real, living, extraterrestrial life forms were here, in their very own solar system.
Living....
He paused for a moment, looking up at the ceiling. Living.... His mind got to work putting the idea together.
Carbon is the basis for all life... Carbon dioxide can be made into Oxygen... Humans need Oxygen to breathe.. So if there is life on there, that must mean Carbon is there too.... What if.....
Alfred suddenly jumped up, hitting his head on the ceiling. He pumped his fists into the air a few times out of sheer excitement.
"OH HELL YEAH! TIME TO GO TO OUTER-FREAKING SPACE!"
Shutting and picking up his computer, he ran out of the room.
He had an idea.
An insane idea, but where has being normal gotten us?
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The L.S.C. Project
Science FictionBillions of miles away from Earth, born from stars and the minds of dreamers, project L.S.C. (locus spatium coloniam) starts to take form. Soon the distant cosmos that seem so welcoming prove to be unforgiving. Why go forward with something so...