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AUTHOR'S NOTE: I wanted to take a stab at some "old school" scifi. I envision a novel but I envision many things.
The decisions had already been made years before. Careful plans had been laid, approved, and funded. Trillions of dollars had already been appropriated. Man would transform Mars to support human life in order to insure the survival of Mankind in the event of the demise of Earth, be it by act of Man or God. Such decisions are not reversed lightly, or easily.
“Get him!” she shouted. I dove and caught him, or it. It looked like a cross between a rooty yam and a gnome, roughly the height of a Barbie doll with none of the beauty. I handed him over to his pursuer. He, or it, bit her hand and escaped. I recaptured the creature and once more handed it over, more cautiously. Scores of mole-man yam gnome things began emerging from the earth surrounding us. (I should say soil, rather than earth- planet Earth was millions of miles away.)
“Maybe you should let it go and we should get gone,” I suggested.
“But they keep chewing through our cables!” she protested.
“They can also chew through our suits and our flesh and we are seemingly outnumbered hundreds to one, or two- and more are emerging every moment. I suggest you let that little fucker go and we get the hell out of here,” I replied.
“But they’re likely to make lunch of us if we don’t beat feet, or jets now,” I interrupted.
I snatched the yaminal from her hand in spite of her protests, tossing it in the direction of its emerging brethren and patched the hole in the hand of her suit with carbon-fiber duct tape to prevent more of her blood from boiling into the low-pressure almost-atmosphere. Any potential exobiological infections would have to be examined following our current predicament.
“But I was sent here as an exobiologist! How can I…”
“And you have been recalled,” I interrupted, reminding her. “A political decision has been made that Mankind’s need for Mars trumps the discovery of little mole rat yams. Mars will be Terraformed, yaminals be damned.”
And so it was. The existence of yanimals had gone undetected in our various unmanned missions to Mars, which appeared lifeless. Now that the committment to Terraform Mars had been made, the first discovery of the existence of extraterrestrial life would not be permitted to disrupt the plans. Their existence would neither be disclosed nor permitted to continue.
"A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds, adored by little statesman and philosophers and divines. With consistency a great soul has simply nothing to do."
- Ralph 'Where's Waldo' Emerson
"I don't know half of you half as well as I should like. And I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve."
- Bilbo Baggins