Suddenly the image feed from the surface of the ship died. After about thirty seconds, the door of the office opened and a short, slim woman entered the office. She said, "Joe, welcome to Mars! I am O. Kresly." She raised her hand in the traditional Martian greeting, just as described in the books I had read. She asked, "Do you have any personal belongings?" I replied, "My wallet and cell phone are in another cargo compartment." I replied, "Yes, I know how to swim." I replied, "I think I'm okay." I said, "I'm resistant to nanobot control." I said, "How do I get there?" “Yes, I am surprised.”