While walking amongst the meager human inhabitants of King George Island, polar tourists are introduced to a few of the native Antarctica animals that reside on a large island just above the Antarctica Peninsula. Scattered around the island are 8 different scientific research stations from 8 countries. They are there doing research at the most accessible part of the 7th continent and offer an airport and seaport to accommodate people who made it their goal to set foot on all earth’s major land masses. After a 4-hour flight in a King Air that took off from Chile, the passengers are escorted via a small bus to a Chilean research facility. The tourists are taken to the coast to view some sea lions basking on the fog filled, 39°F balmy, February day. As they gather at a safe distance to view some of the 8 different pinnipeds that reside at the bottom of the world, one can’t help but notice they are being viewed by the animals themselves. With jet black eyes, they wonder why these bipeds are here. Possessing no natural abilities to survive here alone, the sea lions look at their transportation that brings them and their food to a difficult land that pinnipeds have little problems surviving. They view these creatures as strange as they bring along with them their shortcomings and their stupidity. Landing here for the 1st time in 1821, man has brought with him his petty needs and emotions. In 200 years of contact with select and educated individuals from this elite species, he has managed to decimate the native mammals to near extinction. He has assaulted upon his own kind: alcoholism, sexual abuse, animal torture, and environmental damage. Not counting any marine-harvesting scoundrels, an electrical engineer once fatally stabbed a welder in Antarctica. The sea lions squint, turn their heads, and swim away from the gods. As talk of Martian exploration grows louder, hopefully no Martian creatures will suffer the wrath of man and his fatal sciences.