This wondrous adventure reminded me of some lines I wrote when much younger as I walked in Sussex, England, before light pollution ruined the Sky at Night.

The Pollution of Evolution
By Frank Pulley

On a clear, still night in Sussex
I looked across the sky
And glimpsed the planet Venus
Bright and glittering on high.

I pondered, as I wondered,
'Neath her reflective light
On what the scientists tell us
Of Venus and her plight.

She is shrouded in a deadly gas;
Deluged by acid rain.
Her days are longer than her years;
She spins against the grain.

She is hot as hell but beautiful;
Mysterious and wild.
She is one of our close family:
Earth's sister and Sun's child.

Is is possible that long ago
Before the Earth had cooled
That Venus teemed with human life?
That they also were fooled

Into thinking that tomorrow
Is just another day?
That humanity's survival
Would continue, come what may?

Did they, too, destroy their atmosphere
By failing to refrain
From fouling up their stratosphere,
The sea and the terrain?

Then, just before Apocalypse
On that sinistral globe -
Did they send a seed to planet Earth,
In a Venusian space probe?

And did that seed land in our seas
Where Africa first grew
Creating a amoeba
Which evolved to me and you?

Will then the fate of Venus
Be repeated once again?
And will Earth spend its final days
Awash in acid Rain?

Yes, but WHAT ELSE will they bring from out there? I´m stocking up on water, rations and shells just in case.