Trees, trees, trees. Ash. Crater.
Lizzie sighed. She wasn't sure what the producers thought they were going to find in all this satellite footage, but as far as she could tell, it didn't seem like quality entertainment. She supposed that was why they'd asked her to sift through it - busy work for the low man on the totem pole.
Either that, or the Developer had set this up as yet another way to mess with her head; another way to remind her of all the destruction her misplaced trust had caused - all their manipulation had caused, really.
Gone. Everything was gone.
Lizzie couldn't stomach looking at the desolation that was Raptor for one minute longer. There was no way this was an accident.
So much for all the Engineers' talk about every life in Paragon being necessary, Lizzie scoffed to herself.
Liars.