The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The air's pretty dry and tastes metallic in this giant geodesic dome, like it's some sort of old radar station or something. Bunch of pigeons are just chillin' on the latticework structure, softly cooing to each other, and somehow, the sky outside, visible through the dome's transparent panels, is showing the same pale orange hue as a Martian sunset, even though I'm pretty sure we're still on Earth... Umm, there's a low hum of static electricity in the air, making the pigeons' feathers slightly stand on end.