The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight beats down on a massive, abandoned shopping mall half-buried in Martian dust... The air's dry and stale, feels super thin, but I can smell a strong scent of lavender wafting from inside. Like, through the shattered storefront windows, I see a totally functional, gigantic game of Pong being played out on the mall's central court using the architecture itself, with the pixelated ball ricocheting off the pillars and floor, casting an eerie hum through the Martian silence. Water trickles from a broken drinking fountain nearby, somehow not evaporating in the harsh environment.