The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A thick layer of frost coats a sprawling, abandoned antenna array, like... it's been abandoned for years. The early morning air is crisp and still, the only sound coming from the hum of a lone, functional satellite dish that's somehow tuned into a transmission of a continuous, 3-hour loop of the Max Headroom signal intrusion. A few wispy clouds drift lazily across the pale blue sky, casting no shadows despite the sun sitting low on the horizon. Umm... the air has an odd, pungent smell, kinda like ozone-free static electricity.