The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Snow-covered solar panels are scattered around an abandoned radio telescope array, like, half-buried in drifts on this frozen tundra. Umm, the air's really crisp, and it's pretty windy, with this faint scent of burned wiring. The sun's hovering low in the sky, casting this pale blue glow everywhere, while the sound of static-filled broadcasts echoes from the old antennas... and for some reason, the antennae are somehow tuning into, like, old YouTube videos from a decade ago, complete with laugh tracks and awkward silences.