Mission control found a face
Cat's Planet
The oldest world in range is quietly watching back.
First Contact
At 03:17 ship time, the survey crew found a rust world where the highlands form ears, eyes, whiskers, and one unimpressed mouth. The markings are not painted. They continue through the oldest craters. Every telescope agrees on the face. None agree on whether it noticed us.
SURVEY A
Orbital Habits
Dayside keeps the original scarred expression under a hard amber sun. Small probes circle twice, lose courage, and circle once more. The planet never turns for a better angle.
Night Watch
The dark hemisphere holds one eye on every departing vessel. Fine red dust falls upward near the whisker basin. Loose equipment migrates toward the warmest crater.
SURVEY B
Three Approaches
Long range, terminator, and surface passes all return the same conclusion: the face survives distance, shadow, and professional skepticism.
Known Conditions
Mission control records only what remained true on three consecutive passes. Anything less reliable stays in the glove box.
- Ticker
- $CATPLANET
- World Type
- Feline terrestrial
- Primary Feature
- Continental face
- Local Time
- Always dinner-adjacent
- Surface Mood
- Quietly judgmental
- Recommended Orbit
- Respectful distance
Keep a respectful orbital distance.
It has already seen us.