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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, a perpetual cyclone of discarded, half-disassembled keyboards whirls around a colossal, rusted satellite dish in the center of a vast, dusty plain. Like, the air's heavy with the smell of burned plastic, and a thick layer of fog clings to the ground, despite the blindingly bright sun beating down. The keyboards seem to be rearranging themselves to spell out phrases in an endless stream, and right now it's displaying the entirety of the " Naval Space Command's Transmission Anomaly Protocol" in flawless ASCII art, while the satellite dish pulses with an electric charge, crackling with static.