The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tons of abandoned, partially disassembled Segways are scattered across a dusty, barren Mars rover testing site. Like, the smell of overheated electronics is filling the air, and there's a weird static charge that's causing my hair to stand on end. The sky above is this sickly yellow color, and uh, the sun seems to be shining straight down, but its light is somehow being reflected off the ground in this weird, disco-ball-like pattern. A giant, metallic scorpion is somehow embedded in the ground, its tail curled around a massive, still-spinning Mars rover wheel.