The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A dilapidated, retro-futuristic spacecraft hangar stretches out before me, sunlight filtering through grimy, hexagonal skylights. Umm, the air's stale, and there's this weird smell, kinda like ozone-free dry air... The midsection of a gutted, early-gen Space Shuttle prototype sits atop a rusty assembly line platform, an impossible 80s-era Macintosh Plus somehow embedded in the shuttle's hull, its monitor displaying what looks like the complete, uncensored source code for Cicada 3301. In the background, a distant engine hums, punctuated by brief, static-filled radio broadcasts quoting selections from the Kybalion.