[ WP ] The humans of earth have ventured to another star system to find a planet inhabited by ... humans .

Captains Log: May 12 2211. 
 
 My name is Captain Kahleesi Smith, Captain of the Sleep Ship Orion. This is the only log entry that will be made before the crew enter cryostasis. The plan is for us to reach a planet beyond the edges of our solar system. We do n't have a name for the planet, we do n't really even know if it's there. But our microwave radioscopes picked up a signal 57 light years away. 
 
 It took our best linguists and cartographers to decipher the message as being a series of coordinates. So, we loaded up The Orion with our best, brightest ( and most single, no people in love wanted to take the trip ) and here we are. Theres not a whole lot else I can think to say here. If we do n't wake up and we're found floating in the void... I wish I could think of something profound. 
 
 < END LOG > 
 
 Captains Log: I Do n't even know. 
 
 Our pods opened. Jameson, the engineer puked all over the floor. Typical. We've sent out our transmission and now we wait. Our Infrared sonar got fried on the way here, somehow. Typical lowest bidder crap. The only way we'll know if there is anything out there is if we get a response back. 
 
 < END LOG > 
 
 Captains Log: Supplemental. 
 
 We've got a response back. Not even twenty minutes after my last log. This came in over the receiver. 
 
 `` Captain Smith. My name is Jenova Graves. I'm the leader of this little planet. According to our sensors, you have a shuttle craft rigged for reentry. I suggest you hop aboard and come on down. We have an oxygen-nitrogen atmosphere, so you wo n't need an suits. We'll be tracking your trajectory on the way down. Welcome to Erraada.'' 
 
 Everyone here is giddy. Everybody is so happy this thing is n't a bust. So why am I suspicious? My father always said a girl who is n't suspicious is a fool and he did n't raise no fool. But, this is n't a normal suspicion. Why could they speak English all of a sudden? How is their planet so conducive to us? Why are they so welcoming? We'll find out when we land. 
 
 I'll be bringing my service weapon, anyway. Just in case. 
 
 < END LOG. > 
 
 Captains Log: Who cares? 
 
 This whole thing... I... I'm writing this on pen and paper. I know I'll never see home again, but, I have to organise my thoughts. 
 
 On our descent we could see the planet. Beautiful blue oceans, expansive golden desserts, lush green forests. It looked like... home. How right I'de be. 
 
 After the pod landed, we were spirited away by men in hazmat suits and quarantined. They were very apologetic and we were brought food while we waited. Cornbread. Everyone was so happy to see fresh food after the decades old provisions we had gotten used to. So happy nobody questioned why an advanced alien race had developed cornbread. 
 
 Once our quarantine was over we were brought clothes. Robes would be more exact. They fit perfectly and felt very... regal. I had no idea what was happening. Then they came in. 
 
 I still ca n't get over it. He had sparkling blue eyes, a long, Roman nose and jet black hair. He was human. There was no way he was n't. Was this a prank? An elaborate story? When I questioned him, he just smiled a broad smile and spoke in a voice like velvet: 
 
 `` Why would you think evolution would work different in another goldylocks zone?'' 
 
 Why did we think evolution would be different? We're stars here now. I want to go home. 
 
 < END LOG. >
