The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Some sort of abandoned Antarctic research station... umm, covered in this weird, orange-brown stuff... rust or something, seeping from pipes and coating everything, like it's infected. The air's freezing and really dry, tastes like metal... can hear these low, crunching sounds, like the ice outside is shifting or something. Echo, gotta keep moving, man... it's just... my legs won't... there's this tank in front of me, and it's filled with liquid, but the liquid's just sitting there, not filling the container, not reacting to gravity at all... weak breath...