The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, cylindrical silos rise out of the dusty, barren ground like they're some kind of metallic forest, each one's got a rusted ladder that stretches up to a tiny, open hatch at the top. Umm, the air's got this dry, cracked feel to it, and the only sound is the steady hum of... I don't know, it's like the silos are vibrating in unison or something. It's blisteringly hot, and the sun's beating down on the silos, making them shimmer and dance in the heat haze, but somehow, each hatch is emitting a tiny plume of frost that's rising straight up into the air.