collapse impeded their progress, they would go on foot. For protection, Lexis preferred a holstered plasma pistol while the two companion robots armed themselves with the much larger plasma rifles.
Sensors cleared the room directly above before the three artificial life forms climbed upon the concrete barrier, and up through a narrow gap at the top. They then pulled themselves into the large ancient chamber of the Martian Face Pyramid.
“Let’s clear this floor,” Lexis ordered while looking up at vaulted ceilings that reached more than eighty feet in height.
“Acknowledged,” the Centurion answered.
Lexis and her two Centurions moved swiftly through the maze-like halls of the lower level before uneventfully returning to the chamber. The walls throughout the structure were covered in a Martian Sanskrit describing a history of a long extinct civilization. Lexis could easily decipher the text because there was no real mystery, for mankind had cracked their ancient Martian code long ago. She was fascinated by the remarkable similarity to the Ancient Egyptian hieroglyphics on Earth, her planned investigation of the Face Pyramid would eventually lead her to explore every inch of the walls but for now, she was out to do a quick reconnoiter.
“Wait here,” ordered Lexis while looking at a balcony twenty feet above the great room.
With a small running start, Lexis jumped and pulled herself up over the rail. She turned and looked down. Her imagination synced with her historical programing and vividly pictured the Martian Royalty gazing upon the members of their court hundreds of thousands years ago. Her programing altered when something thick and musky triggered her olfactory sensors. To get a better reading, she walked several paces down the long corridor that led away from overlook. Just as she suspected, at the end of the passageway a large antechamber contained a large biomass. “The indigenous creatures will have to be dealt with eventually but for now it would be wise to leave the pyramid until then,” she thought. Despite the vagrants, and after Lexis compared the archaeological data to her scan, she noted the pyramid would make a perfect future home for her offspring.
“Something foul and dangerous lingers above. Can you smell the biological odor?” Lexis asked the Centurions.
“Negative,” the two answered in unison.
“I will have to remedy that.” She spoke regarding upgrades, and continued. “Let us head back to the Chameleon.”
The three then climbed aboard the land-ship, and headed for the Martian surface.
Circling directly to the front of the Pyramid, the stealthy ship hovered across the grasslands inundating the area. On the heads up display, Lexis could see hundreds of partial uncovered ancient brick structures; most were just semblances of buildings of a bygone period. The Chameleon’s ground penetrating radar found the front entrance to the Face Pyramid, and for future reference, plotted the waypoint on the map.
Traveling further from the Pyramid, Lexis found a large band of Humanoids living several miles to the north; nothing seemed disjointed about the group. The large group seemed to prosper at the base of a large plateau.
Lexis pushed another twenty miles before turning the Chameleon back south toward the original crash site; she was feeling a painful loss inside. “I have to find his body, and there is one place left.”
“We are not going back to the Archaeological Facility Number 28?” asked one of the Centurions in a deep automated tone.
Lexis was caught off guard with the Centurion’s question. She replied, “No, we are going to look for Jason.”
“My database does not contain anyone named Jason,” stated the Centurion.
“I will upload all of Jason Bjorn’s biographical information including his Polaris dossier into your processor,” Lexis replied while simultaneously streaming the information wirelessly. All the companions, including