🌆 Lejos

 "The furthest away from home you have ever been."

Before starting, I was trying to choose between Mars and Arrakis to answer the prompt. Talking about reality is not interesting sometimes. Besides, several books have got me to thousands of different planets out there, and I assume Mars is the most realistic.

    Visualize this. How would it be to live in the real world with animals and dangerous creatures attacking arrhythmic moves like steeps? Can you imagine your dog bitting you every time you circle or approach him? Could dancing be viewed as arrhythmic for the beasts? How many places like zoos and borders would spoil why the situation mentioned above. That is what the sandworms of Arrakis do. Although it is the most distant planet I have ever been in my thoughts, I will not come back to that desert. That would be a punishment. 

    Moreover, on Mars, which is a massive desert as well, you have got a bonus; there are no many burglars or assassins to deal with. It is safer, is not it? That is why I am selecting Terra Meridiani as the furthest place. I do not exactly remember when was the first time I got to that crater. Was I in high school or middle school? Did the travel tire me? How the heck my broken thrusters survived the harsh landing? I think to get the answers, I could describe my experience below.

    After months locked up like sardines in a thirty-meter-long twenty-two-meter-wide spaceship and two crazy crewmates, each with their own musical preferences, we docked. It was early in the morning when we arrived at Chryse Planitia. The surface was rough and cold. I glanced out of the window and saw a sandstorm approaching. I walked to the entrance, started to unpack our stuff, and returned inside the ship. It took us forty-five minutes to accomplish it; however, we were ready for the upcoming show.

     Our machinery was prepared for every hit the planet could present. On earth, we had hundreds of training for this moment. The reality was that we only had to stay sitting in our respective places and look. A high pitched whistle noise sounds when a threat is imminent. The surroundings were captivating and, of course, dry. Two minutes later, the wind hit us first, and the rest is history.

    It is not worth mentioning that we survived and headed to the south in our explorer to do our job. I, as a systems engineer, was focused on maintaining communication with mission control and global media. Caroline was the official driver of the interstellar car; as a mechanics engineer, she loved feeling the soil where her machines were stepping. Romney was the guy focused on the DDD—discovering, discussing, and destroying. In other words, he knows how to use the vehicle's crane.

    "Look at that plateau. Do you want a picture, guys?" Caroline proposed. "Of course, I will sit there and put a thoughtful pose, what about you, Romney?" I replied. "I can take it; photos are not something I like that much. Now, go there, and I will tell you when." he ended. 

Onward...