The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, massive crystalline pillars are supporting a kilometers-long, ornate aqueduct that stretches across a desolate, Martian landscape at sunset, the sky ablaze with hues of crimson and gold. Water's gushing through the aqueduct's channels, somehow flowing uphill against the planet's gravity, and it smells like damp stone and algae. The air's dry and thin, with an electric charge building up, making my suit's life support systems hum softly. In the distance, the howling of... like, what sounds suspiciously like a chorus of dial-up modems is growing louder, piercing the stillness.