Percival Lowell observed Mars through a telescope in the 1890s and said, "yep, sure are some Martians up there" (citation needed, obvs). The fervor around the "canals" he observed was immense, and caused one of the biggest science fiction booms ever. Problem is: Mars is sad and lonely in real life. Sure, it has its planet friends, but the most intelligent beings on its surface are our own rovers. Perhaps one day we will colonize our brother planet, and call ourselves the Martians. I call dibs on the Valley Marineris!