The two brothers and the other friend glanced out at the windows of the spacing conveyor. A feminine, robotic voice came on over the intercom, "We are now intercepting the orbit of Venus. Please hold onto any nearby object." Frederick muttered curiously, "What does that mean?" Immediately, the hallway started to shake. Teddy clutched unto his older brother, who leaned against the wall after the sudden acceleration. Hazel looked out at the window, his eyes widening as all he could see was thick, yellow clouds, "Is that Venus? It doesn't look like the pictures on Google I saw as a kid." Frederick stumbled to move over to Hazel, "That's because Venusian clouds are so thick that they cover Venus's surface. It's way worse underneath and a lot warmer." Teddy sniffed the air and questioned, "Does anybody else detect a faint scent of rotten eggs?" The other two lifted their noses to the air, cringing at the pungent yet vague smell.

Hazel informed them both, "It must have been the clouds or the atmosphere for a matter of fact. My team and I of scientists had to study the atmosphere, so they could prepare for landing. If I'm correct, thirty miles above the surface is where the air is just like Earth's: Mediterranean temperatures and sea-level barometric pressure."

There was another rough thud, causing the three to fall to their feet. "Well, goddamn, it's like they're trying to kill everyone on this ship!" Frederick exclaimed, trying not to crush his brother under his weight. Teddy yelled, "If you don't get off me, you're going to do just that!" Hazel chuckled at their antics as the rumbling of the ship stopped. Both of them immediately got to their feet.

They all gazed out the window as the clouds moved around them slowly from 224 miles per hour winds. In the distance, there was a large circular dome, twinkling like the Caribbean ocean. "Holy shit," the two brothers muttered simultaneously.

The robotic intercom interposed, "Welcome to Venus. Please prepare for landing."

...

Teddy struggled to put on his suit, needing assistance from Frederick like they were children once again. The younger male blushed and huffed obstinately, “I don’t need help from you. I am a grown man, Frederick.” The older brother sighed, “Yeah, okay. Says the one who still cries when they spill coffee on their new suit.” Teddy’s blush only darkened, which received a small giggle from the black-haired male standing off to the side. “I will murder you in your sleep, Hazel,” the brunette warned, his optics formed in a glare. Hazel only smiled brightly at him, “I’d like to see you try.” Teddy grumbled under his breath, crossing his arms as Frederick set the thick polycarbonate plastic helmet over his head, messing up his normally smooth chestnut hair.

Hazel stomped his heel up against the alloy of the ship, “Magnets at the bottom of the suits. It must be to keep us from falling off the landing pad. The rubber is pretty slippery and there aren’t exactly rails to keep us from falling off and unto this hellish planet.” Frederick jokes, “I think they were expecting some of us to die before we entered the city.” Teddy rolled his eyes at his brother’s somber wit before slowing making his way out of the shuttle, the outer shell of the helmet condensing from the heat. Frederick walked out after him, “Greenhouse gases. It’s even worse here than it is on earth.” Hazel smiled, “So many years of hard work. I’m surprised that NASA was even able to do this, especially with all the setbacks in 30 years.” Teddy groaned, “Let’s just go in. I’m ready to get out of this stuffy suit.”
...

August 15, 2047
9:05 AM
They had us all gather at the center of the city, in front of the main government building.
They were a group of speeches from what we considered our government, an oligarchy. All employees from NASA, however, were commanded to stay after the ceremony. We were given one of those “we have achieved the ultimate success” speeches. Of course, I could give a farthing about what they were saying. I just wanted my paycheck and wanted to settle down. My feet were killing me. After that durable speech, they called us the name by name and we received these thick folders of everything we needed to know about the maintenance of the city. It also included our jobs and where we would be staying. Unfortunately, Frederick and I had the job of maintaining the one thing that kept this whole city alive: the propellers. I would have appreciated something from this job, but the only thing it gave me was an idea. Maybe there was some way I could turn the tide in my favor.