The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A sprawling network of bioluminescent vines is covering the hull of a half-buried spaceship, emitting a soft blue glow that's illuminating the dark, Martian terrain. The air's thin, cold, and smelling like rocket fuel, with an electric charge that's making my skin prickle. Umm, a scrolling 4chan thread is displaying on the ship's cockpit window, discussing the finer points of ontological accelerationism, and the ship's control panels are somehow playing a continuous loop of ASMR sound effects. The sun's a tiny dot on the horizon, judging by its position, it's almost sunrise.