Its been years since we watched that man step onto our home and plant a flag in it, as if he was claiming it. I would have gladly sent it back to his own home, but we're supposed to keep hidden.
Okay, i didn't watch the two men. I wasn't even born when the Apollo 11 landed barely a few feet from my grandma's home. But it still angered me enough to want to send the pole and piece of fabric back to Earth.
More people have come since, scattering their things all over it. Do they have no respect?
Even now i can see a little robot not far from here. Its not as if they're clever at all. I could stand right in front of one and wave my arms and it wouldn't even notice me.
Imagine if we were careless enough to land on Earth, and worse, act as if we owned it. What would be the reaction to that? They'd probably try to catch us and experiment on us. They wouldn't be able to, of course.
"Have you seen Earth's news, recently?" someone says behind me.
"No. Its not very interesting." I turn around to face Cyllene. "why?"
"Humans are coming, soon. And not just any humans. Children," she says.
"not really young. More like, teenagers."
"Three kids, one adult."
Younger people have more luck in finding us, due to their open-mindedness and sharper senses.
"Well, thats great," i say.
"Yeah." The little robot from before passes us, not giving us a second glance.
"they're planning to lift off sometime today. A couple of Earth days, and then staying here for half an Earth day."
That means they're coming and going before the sun reaches its highest point. Earth days are so short.