The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dull sunlight filters through dusty air at the bottom of a colossal, abandoned impact crater, its walls littered with chunks of broken rock and debris. The air feels thick with the scent of ozone-free static and crushed stone... like it's right after a storm, but there's no wind or signs of recent weather. A still-intact, somehow fully inflated blimp hangs pinned against the crater wall, about twenty feet above a small, calm pool of turquoise water that appears to be seeping upward into the air through tiny holes in the rocky ground. Umm, no ripples disturb its surface.