Livingstone

fufu. ^^
Granted the quality of this watercolour is a bit more sombre than the other too, but it's certainly nicely detailed. Ironically, the visual effects you used to simulate the grass bears a strong similarity to how we do it in vector art, with the exception that here, since you're assisted by the texture of the paper, you get a bushier pasture-like effect that makes it appear very realistic. ^^

That's a pretty cute premise, that of sentient rocks that don't do anything but just pop into our planet and receive lots of loving. ^^
Course even though i wouldn't trust governments to be careful either, you could probably also imagine that the core samples would be very very small (like taking blood). Most likely, though, they'd probably want to tear it apart a l "Alien Autopsy".

Funny, this reminds me a lot of one of my own weird dreams I had as a kid which was also very real, but a little bit darker. I was sailing on a boat, well aware this was in the distant future but not really much more self-aware beyond that. After some other weirdness I can no longer remember, the captain set aside a toy box for me and the other kids to play with. I only slowly and frightfully walked towards it, but all the other boys and girls ran, scratched, fought and tripped over each other just to get at its contents.

Inside was a whole litter of multi-colord dogs -- green, yellow, pink, blue, funky composite colors and so forth. Mind you this was long before I knew anything about genetic engineering or even that dogs can have their hair dyed -- in my dream I knew the dogs were born with these colors and that judging by their visible suffering it was not selected naturally to begin with. They couldn't even move much at all, their legs having the same floppy consistency as their ears like some living stuffed toy, so all they could do to avoid the onslaught of grubby hands was squirm about like worms.

Probably more horrifying is that despite all the heartbreaking crying and yelping and whining, the kids still took them out of the box and played, kicked, rolled, squeezed and toss them about just like any other toy -- they probably never grew up seeing a real dog in their lives, just these manufactured pets that were only animals in their tortured soul only.

I don't remember doing anything, except that I didn't play with them and that I was scared enough to jump off the ship. I remember the last part because the cold freezing water jolted me awake. -.-;

I'd rather hope it stays a dream and not a prophecy, but all I can tell you is that seeing dyed dogs still unnerve me very much to this day. -____-;