On the fourth day, the woman looked directly into the camera.

"A film set," Elias muttered, leaning in. "Or a high-end screensaver."

"...if anyone is receiving this on the public bandwidth, we are still at the landing site. The relay is holding, but the atmosphere is interfering with the standard encrypted channels. We've switched to the old satellite protocols. Please... just tell my family we’re here."

He managed to patch the audio. Her voice was a soft hum of static and desperation.