The spaceship landed on the moon, out of sight from Earth. Two figures emerged, crested a ridge, and looked up.
"It's different."
"Our images are 65 million years old."
"Can't we say hello?"
"Not yet."
"But-"
"We will, when they have escaped their extinction event. Like we did."
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Micro SF/F stories by O Westin