The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Late afternoon sunlight pours in through a massive, translucent geodesic dome that encloses a sprawling, abandoned research station, set amidst a vast, arid expanse of dusty, crimson rock on some alien world. Uh, the air's dry, with a faint scent of burnt wiring, as the hum of machinery and the soft whoosh of life support systems vibrate through the space, even though everything appears still and unused for years. Like, a steady stream of used astronaut suits somehow pours out of a cramped airlock, piling up in a corner of the dome. Water drips steadily from the dome's apex, pooling on the floor.