The base is small but impossible to ignore: three walls of corrugated steel, a single low window streaked with sand, and a door that never quite closes against the wind. It sits on a plateau of baked red earth where the sun hangs like a coin and the horizon is a thin, deliberate line. They call it Base 3 Hot because that’s what the mission log says and because once you arrive, whatever cool confidence you carried melts into heat that tastes like metal and old batteries.