The planet was dead long before we arrived. Its inhabitants lost to warfare.
"How tragic," I say while looking across the ruined wasteland of slag and debris.
The xeno-biologist nodded, looking at her scanner output.
"Imagine... a species that evolves a trait to be so competitive that it kills itself," I say.
"Natural selection through competition is actually the fifth most common cause for intelligent life to evolve," she says.
"We just don't think of it too often because those species usually die out before developing interstellar travel."
"Mercy help us if one ever does make it to other stars. We'd be in no position to compete against that sort of race," I say.
"Don't worry," she says, "the chances of that happening are practically zero."
Deep beneath the cracked and charred ruins of the planet a certain system responds to the presence of life on the surface above. One light clicks on, and then another.
Thousands upon thousands of lights turn on, glowing warmly in the surrounding darkness. And above each one, a message appears:
*Advanced Military Cryogenic Resuscitation Chamber: Activating*