I wonder what the Voyager thought as it approached.
I wonder what it thought when it saw the blue color, possibly teaming with life and civilization.
The possibilities, in it’s mind, endless. Maybe a distant ally or maybe a habitable home.
Though, I wonder what it thought when there was no water at all.
When the sea turned into mist.
When the oxygen turned into methane.
I wonder what the Voyager thought as it continued out, drifting farther into space.
I wonder what the Voyager thought when it discovered Neptune was no different than us.