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Neptune (The Eighth Planet from the Sun)

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.

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