The cold metal door to my landing pod presses open, my journey to FE-99 is finally complete. The sensors of my pod read that the planet’s atmosphere, biosphere, hydrosphere, and climate are all identical to earth’s; could this be our replacement home? I set out of my pod to find that answer. My space suit clanks along the exit ramp that leads me to the fresh vegetation below. The grass just as green as earth, the trees just as tall. I set out on a new journey to extract as many samples from this strangely familiar planet as possible. Along my journey of picking up dirt and plucking leaves from trees and shrubs, I trip over a something overgrown with grass but as rigid as steel. My face falls towards the approaching ground, my arms too restricted by my suit to catch me before I hit the dirt. My suit cracks on a jagged rock lying on the ground and my stomach sinks into the floor. I tense my body instinctively, knowing I only have a few seconds to live due to my breached suit. I am left waiting there on dirt, the atmosphere is identical to earths, a reliving exhale leaves my lips. I tap a release button to free my helmet from my suit and take a deep breath of the fresh FE-99 air. I put more leisure in my collecting efforts now, just thankful to still be alive, and I come across a mounting hill. I decide to climb it to see if this planet’s broad landscape is just as similar as it’s trees. As I climb higher I remember the rigid object that tripped me. I assessed it to be a rock at first thought but now I realize it made a similar sound to the clank of my space pod when my boots traverse across tiny area. It must’ve been metal, made of cold steel, camouflaged with overgrown grass and deteriorating rust. How can that be? I ask myself as I crest over the hill. The landscape of what I see standing atop that lush green hill answers my preceding question. Craters the size of cities liter the landscape before me; there must be at least a dozen in my view. The lush vegetation masks some of the craters’ depth; the tall tree canopy hides the ground below. In between some of the tree I see remnants of what appear to be tall buildings, they are overgrown and dilapidated as well. I wonder if this planet’s inhabitants like their nukes as we do on earth. Well, I suppose “liked” captures better the ruinous past cities I see before me.