A life rich planet orbiting a medium star. Calm and serene in its appearance with its moon. The white gases of its atmosphere flows fluidly. The surface is mostly brown and blue. Hints of green is seen.

Many tiny objects of metallic origins surrounds it. Their revolutions rarely collide with each other due to their thrusters. It seems that they are of many different designs. Most of them is called satellites. Few of them named shuttles. Yet one of them is a primitive space station.

This station holds a collection of panels that collect solar rays and convert it to energy. Three and five fingered mechanical arms protrudes from the surface. The tube like appearance is familiar in design. Silicate windows reveal the inhabitants.

Different pigments and tones in this race of beings. They all have hair. Their outfits is interesting. One look out from the window. That person is oblivious to the cloaked ship looking at him. He is fascinated by the stars.

Turning in my ship's communicator and deciphering computer. They are mostly speaking in the same languages. Basically they are conducting experiments in space. They come from different parts of the planet. Maybe this species is soon learning solar travel and interplanetary colonization.

This could take them decades before they can do it. My N.A.I., Navigation Artificial Intelligence, calculates that it is impossible for them. For them to reach the next planet and return in their current state, impossible. I felt it is a pity. Without a decent solar driver or fuel source, to achieve this.