The colony ship dropped out of hyperspace and the ship’s artificial intelligence HARRY4000 released the crew from coldsleep as planned. Flight crew first, then the science specialist monkeys.
First on the agenda was analyzing the probe images from the terraforming robots. Several petabytes of accumulated readings awaited review, from the first robot landing right up to this moment.
Captain Johnson pulled up the first image.
“Looks like the robots did a good job setting up base camp. Snowdrifts, we’re going to need parkas.”
“No, Bill, see the temperature reading? Mean of 79°C, humidity zero—those drifts aren’t snow. That’s salt.”
100 words. Inspired by this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt: