The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, sunlight's reflecting off the shiny surface of a massive, partially disassembled spaceship, like, its hull panels are scattered all over the dusty, barren ground. The air's super dry and there's this faint scent of rocket fuel, with a low rumble of some sort of machinery coming from a nearby maintenance hangar - it's got a giant LCD screen displaying an endless loop of cat videos. Outside, it's a clear, sunny day on Mars, and for some reason, a bunch of detached spaceship engines are just... growing tiny, perfectly-formed mushrooms in mid-air. The air's pretty still.