The Martian Land
A small skycar, shining and sparkling in the sunlight, flew above the red desert. Bare hills drifted by, and Martian houses, abandoned, but not forgotten slid under, watching the intruder with their empty-eyed dark windows. It flew past the dried canals, faced with brown stones, leaving a trace of whirled red sand behind. It was not welcome here, in the Martian Land.