The cutting edge Virtual Jalopy is waiting
for the Rover to open its shell. Soon, the
gate is removed and we enter the cabin.

You are the chauffeur and I am the passenger,
because I must environ the place.

Dodging through space, the light and the
shadows intermingle into deep hollow ray
tubes, directing to Martian sphere.

Entering the zone, I can't wait to see the
evolution of fish fossils, some remnants of
chips, and bottles of Coca Cola left by
mankind thousands of ages ago.

On landing we discover regretfully that
Mars is a fiction; and all of our useless attempts
to follow this dream have elapsed.