To Øl Red Hope

The surface of Mars is a dry, dusty red, enveloped by a hazy, butterscotch-yellow sky. The wheels of the rover leave tracks on the ground that look like braids. This is the final mission before departure. We need to find refreshment, and we need to find it fast. The rover camera darts suddenly to a small image in the distance. Could it be? 'Mission control.... I think we have something'.