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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gnarled coral growths cling to what looks like an old, abandoned satellite in a perfectly dry lake bed, its dish cracked and worn, somehow still broadcasting static. The air's heavy with the smell of decay, and like... it's not really hot, but the sun's beating down relentlessly in the high noon sky. A constant stream of water is pouring from a shattered gauge on the satellite, somehow pooling on the surface of the sun without evaporating. Umm, the sound of dolphin chirps is echoing off the satellite, despite being miles from any ocean.