The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A half-submerged research station, covered in rust and barnacles, sits at the edge of a glacier. The air is thick with the smell of diesel fuel, like... a generator's running somewhere, and the howling wind sounds almost exactly like an old modem trying to connect. Umm, ice chunks break off and slide down the face of the glacier in sync with an eerie, pulsing LED light strip embedded in the research station's windowsill, as if controlling the entire glacier's movement. Water around the station is weirdly still, like the surface is made of glass.