The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight shines through a gaping hole in the side of a half-buried spaceship, like, casting this stark shadow on the surrounding Martian terrain. The air's super thin out here, and the only sound is the gentle creaking of twisted metal, and it's freezing. A few paces away, umm, a large piece of the ship's hull has broken off and now somehow it's pouring liquid fuel back into the tank, like, refilling itself. Outside, the sky's a pale pink with the sun pretty low on the horizon.