[ WP ] A Man finally lands on mars , he finds human skeletal remains , and quickly realizes that in the past long long ago human 's lived on mars only to explore earth as they depleted the resources on mars .

`` The seismic indicators are showing a near perfect cube 10 meters under the top soil.'' 
 
 Thompson had argued with Lin, the Expedition commander, for nearly an hour. Being one of three geologists brought to the Martian Colonial Project meant he had a certain amount of pull when his subterranial indicators showed a perfect geometric shape, but the task of digging a 10 meter hole into the ground would rob the other teams of valuable labor. Thompson did n't envy Lin's position as Expedition commander but he also could n't let the opportunity to research naturally occurring geodes on the Martian surface go wasted. After a long period of time, the American leader finally relented, allowing Thompson to snag up one of the heavy excavator bots and head out to the potential site. 
 
 The Canadian, nick-named'Vancouver', had been in such a rush to get out to the indicator on his map that he'd almost forgotten to finish zipping on his boots and activating his external proximity speakers. Lin had given him a once over, final check before he'd dashed out the door and made she his head was on straight before he was careening out into the endless deserts of Mars in the heavy digger machine. The seismic drone had been automatically wandering around in an ever expanding spiral, sending a constant feed of findings back to the command outpost. The research project was tasked with assessing the sustainability of colonial efforts and with figuring out what sort of life-support equipment would work best for continued human efforts on the ancient world. As Thompson brought his machine to a dusty stop in the open landscape he brought up his drone command console and set the seismic drone back to wandering off and out of the way. 
 
 With a few deft hand motions the heavy excavator machine planted out stabilizing rods from its sides and lowered its ant-eater looking head into the ground. Dust roiled out in all directions and soon the eerie glow of star and distant sun light was drowned out in a swirl of red dust. Thompson leaned back and monitored his scanners, hands interlocked and folded on his belly. The various gauges and read-backs all displaying electrical charge, output, dwindling solar input in the smothering dust-cloud, and heat buildups. He was always attentive to heat buildups, a nearly kilometer walk back to the base-camp because his digger had overheated had taught him a lesson weeks ago. A lesson that Lin ensured he would remember by sending him back out with the recovery team to fix and drive the very same digger back to base camp. 
 
 The top layers of soil were dusted away quickly, the machine blasting the soil with pressurized gasses and grinders pulverizing heavier sediments out of the way, all of it being sucked into the machine and ejected high and away, well clear of the dig. From a distance the whole affair would look like a smoldering red smoke plume. Up close, behind the viewing ports it reminded Thompson of the dust storms when they were in training deep in the Mojave Desert. The dig was going quickly, almost alarmingly quickly. Normally there would be a thin sheen of dust and then ancient clay followed by a shale layer further down, but all of the soil being cast aside with thin and powdery, almost ashen. The digger had readjusted its stabilizers, flank excavating equipment leveling out the soil around it as the hole widened and deepened automatically. Thompson looked out and watched the horizon of his hole swallow the machine steadily. The readouts continued feed him information about the machine, everything was flowing well in the green indicators. 
 
 The grinder whirred and latched onto something hard, the geologist glanced at his depth reading, the needle rested on a solid `` 10''. His hand swung out and clamped onto the emergency stop, the whole machine rumbling and humming to a slow and then a stop. Thompson lurched out of his seat and was half-strangled by his restraining harness in his frenzy to get outside and look at the mystery box. Unbuckling and leaping down from the craft he could recall the perfect shape of the geode, wondering what sort of naturally occurring crystals would be generated on a totally alien planet. Dust kicked up around his boots and red soot filled every nook and cranny in his Surface Suit as he ran past his machine toward the primary digger. 
 
 As he skidded to an abrupt stop, the soil wafted past him, hanging lazily all around him. Exposed and gleaming beneath the digger tool was perfectly crafted, still shimmering solar panels. His ears strained and tickled with sound, amplified from his external proximity speakers, his heart pounded in response. Thin and ghostly on the air was a sound that everyone in flight and space programs knew by heart, a feint beeping emergency beacon of a downed or stranded air-crew. His eyes widened as he peered at the freshly uncovered technology, the sound of the distress beacon filling his ears. 
 
 *Bip-bip-bip... beep beep beep... bip-bip-bip... * 
 
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