The path at nine o'clock looks just a like more traveled than the other two, and thus the most likely to lead somewhere, if only a cave for the local animal population. With that thought firmly in hand Amadeus began his trek through the alien woods, his destination an unknown to him, though he had a good hope that he would find something that might help him at the path's end. After only a few dozen meters Amadeus was forced to stop and tug at his left leg, whose boot had gotten tangled in the underbrush of the area due to the fact that it was supposed to be used in mountain climbing and not forest walking.
"I really hope whoever runs this planet has a decent pair of shoes that I can borrow," he said to himself as the root on which his spiked boot had become caught broke with a great cracking sound. Shaking his leg to get the loose bit of root of the tip of the spikes he continued on down the path, looking at the forest floor beneath his feet for other hazards that might catch on his boots.
The path went in a straight and unerring path through the woods, which told him it had to have been made by sentients, due to the fact that like electrons, animals typically followed the path of least resistance when running, meaning a trail made by an animal would follow meandering route through the woods, walked around any steep inclines rather than going straight through them which his current path did.
"Well at least I know there's a sentient race on this world," commented Amadeus as he broke through the path's last piece and into another clear area of the forest, this one defiantly unnatural as it had a long, smooth asphalt road running off into the distance two different ways. Amadeus, a xeno-history buff had ben taught that the greatest indication of a civilization was not the cities or towers it built, but rather its roads, for the better kept the roads, the more travel they had put up with, and thus the more movement of a population.
Feeling better about the sight of a road, Amadeus began looking left and right for some sign of a car or lights which might indicate the way to the local population's city or town, but oddly he could see nothing in any direction, meaning two things. Either the local population was nocturnal, and thus required no light even in the darkness of the starless night, or that they were without power for some reason, which ranged from a local blackout to a nuclear war. Willing to take either risk Amadeus found neither way to be that inviting so he pulled an old coin out of his pocket.
"Knowledge I go left, sight I go right," he said, looking at the coin, which was decorated with an ankh representing knowledge on one side and an eye representing sight on the other. With a sigh he flipped the coin into the air and caught it in his flat palm, looking down it landed with the...
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