As he traced his fingers around the edges, he wondered how long it would stay there. Would it just be painted over and forgotten, or would it be removed from the wall and put into a museum? Might ponies gather around it, admiring the handiwork of an alien species? Was that the fate of his clothes? Were they already working on a display of human artifacts, or had they made contact with so many other races that it was practically a non-event for them? If their situations were reversed, he could imagine all the artifacts from First Contact being placed in the Air and Space Museum. There was a moon rock there that visitors could touch, so he’d have to start gathering interesting rocks and stuff. When they sent him back, he could start his own museum, like that weird extraterrologist in Asimov’s novels.