Press on even further

Against your better judgment, you continue to press on. It's no longer clear what you're hoping to get out of this. You seem to be pressing on purely for the pleasure of doing so. As you reach the apex of each new ridge all you see is more dead cold terrain. No cryovolcanos, no crashed flying saucers, nothing.

It occurs to you that if are to keep this up, you might die. And why not? What good is staying alive in this place anyway? Perhaps at this point you should just crawl into the deepest hole you can, hoping that your personal collection of anaerobic bacteria can find their way deep enough to seed this desolate waste with life.

Sure, it might be very disappointing for NASA scientists if someday they send a probe here and find life, but it's just some adventurer's gut bacteria. Then again, maybe they never will launch a probe to Titan. It's just a risk you're going to have to take. Or whatever.

Deep WIP Aliens