[ 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 .

Barrow sat back in his chair. He took his headset off, combed his hair back with a sweaty palm, and lit a cigarette. 
 
 A hurricane of thoughts stormed throughout his head, but no one would have ever noticed. He was always so calm, so collected. He'd been that way since college. It'd gotten him his job in Mission Control. It had earned him a Medal of Merit. It had saved numerous lives. Landing space ships was no easy task. 
 
 He stared straight through the monitor on his desk. There was no denying what he was seeing. Bones, fabric, pottery, a skull. He understood life - intelligent life - had once called this place home. Finally, when he saw it, his eyes came to life. 
 
 Ten stones had been placed in a line. The first stone was the only stone that had been colored. Barrow could n't completely tell, but the more he studied the stone, the more it resembled a Sun. He counted 4 stones over. This stone was planted firmly in a mold of some kind of Martian concrete. Barrow studied the stone. It looked to be sitting on an X. 
 
 He did n't quite understand, but as he watched the Astronaut's video feed, he slowly began to. As the lone living being on Mars began to sweep off the newly found artifacts, he finally heard a communication. 
 
 `` Houston, this is Com 1. I found the Origin. Requesting permission to speak freely.'' 
 
 `` Granted'', said Mission Control `` What's on your mind Walsh'' 
 
 `` Well, sir, does this meant that what they've been saying for years is true? If so, well, I'm the first man Home in quite some time.'' 
 
 `` Yeah Walsh. Click your heels three times and say that'There's no Place Like Home' and boom, you're on Mars. Now get packed up and lets get you the hell of that planet. Good work Walsh. See you when you get home. Mission Control out''. 
 
 
 The communications went down and the entire room sat silently, including Barrow. For years there had been speculation, but no one had ever been able to prove anything. The inscriptions on the stones under Stonehenge had suggested it, the Mayans had hinted at it, but no one was still sure. 
 
 Barrow began to think. He understood what had just happened, he had his proof. He began to think of how to tell his family, his friends, that the Great Migration theory was very much true. How would the rest of the world react? History books? The Bible? 
 
 Hours passed. The hours felt like seconds to Barrow. The headache from this onslaught of thoughts and `` what ifs'' began to make him nauseous. 
 
 
 `` Barrow'', said Mission Control. 
 
 `` Yes, sir''. 
 
 `` Pay some attention, you've got a plane to land. We're sixty seconds to atmospheric entry and I want that plane prepared for Tango-Six and ready for Grounding ASAP. There's a hero on board, let's bring him home''. 
 
 
 Barrow began to quickly busy himself with preparing for the Tango Six and Grounding procedures. He worked with such pride, such tact, and such precision. He was able to put the days news behind him and focus on his task. This is why he had been hired and why he excelled at his job. 
 
 `` COM 1 this is R and G. Do you Copy?'' 
 
 `` R and G, this is COM 1. Set me down easy, ya hear'' 
 
 `` Roger that COM 1, you'll be home before you know it. Sit back and enjoy. We'll take it from here''. 
 
 Barrow took manual control of the ship and prepared to angle it through the atmosphere. This was his forte. His ovation. His moment to shine. He felt a touch on the shoulder, but could not turn to see who was speaking. 
 
 `` Barrow, you gon na land that thing or what?'' 
 
 `` Yeah Mission Control, 10 seconds to Atmospheric Entry.'' 
 
 `` Great. Initiate Tango Six and we will send the Welcome Wagon out to meet him'' 
 
 `` Roger, Mission Control. Tango Six initiated''. 
 
 The ship had began atmospheric entry and the comms lines were down. Barrow was the sole caretaker of the ship from here on out. He began to pitch the nose of the ship up. Degree by degree the plane began to re enter the earths atmosphere. A reading from his computer said `` Outside Cabin Temperature: 4,100 degrees Fahrenheit''. 
 
 He reached Tilt Five position. The aircraft was perfect. Anymore tilt and it would catastrophically burn upon entry. One second passed. Then another. And another. He added another degree of tilt. Tango Six. 
 
 `` Tango Six complete sir'' said Barrow. He was cool as ever. The master of the task at hand. 
 
 `` Thank you. R and G. We'll see to it that we honor this man a hero''. 
 
 Barrow sat back in his chair. He took his headset off, combed his hair back with a sweaty palm, and lit a cigarette. 
 
 A hurricane of thoughts stormed throughout his head, but no one would have ever noticed. He was always so calm, so collected. He'd been that way since college. It'd gotten him his job in Mission Control. It had earned him a Medal of Merit. It had saved numerous lives. Landing space ships was no easy task. 
 
 
 
 
 The News Companies and Journalists that day would go on to print the headline: COLUMBIA DESTROYED UPON RE-ENTRY. ALL LIVES LOST. 
 
 
 
 
 

