In a seemingly endless desert, something could be seen flashing from one point to another. A face turned towards the direction from which the speeding object was coming, but whatever it sensed or felt seemed to have stopped. "Gsjbsjbekbzub," it murmured before turning away. 'We are the only living thing on this planet right?' "So these are the creatures producing the weak signal," the young man thought. They resemble us in physique, with long eyelashes, thick eyebrows, and long hairy ears that protect their eyes from sand and sunlight. They have a white coat (fur) that surrounds their bodies, reflecting the sunlight during the day, and long dark legs that help absorb heat during cold desert mornings and nights. I obtained all this information from my AI, which scanned them without their knowledge. "I have been following them for a while now, making sure to stay far behind. I would have come to this area eventually if I hadn't gotten bored, but what I found by following the 'locals' was a slightly larger pond. However, through my senses, I instantly knew that the pond was very deep, although not too large or wide. The water was beyond description; there are literally no words to describe just how filthy and disgusting the water looked. As they poured into it, the only thing they carried were several clay buckets. From my sight alone, it felt like thick mud, but they were not disgusted and used what seemed like an out-of-shape piece of bowl, also made of clay, to pack the liquid. They were professionals at this.
'The clay was without a doubt special; I will take some of it back with me,' I concluded. I took a look at the terrible liquid being poured and decided that I wouldn't even use my AI to touch it.
After a few minutes of pouring, their buckets were nearly full, all fifteen of them, with each bucket carried by a single local. As they started their journey in reverse to where they came from, the sun began to set. I wondered how they would survive the night.