The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, the remains of a giant, partially disassembled satellite dish sit atop a massive, snow-covered mountain, like... its fragments stretching outwards in a messy, radial pattern. Air's crisp and thin up here, and the only sounds I hear are the creaking of metal and the soft hum of what I assume is a still-active transmitter buried beneath the wreckage. The pale sun hangs low in the gray sky, casting an eerie, diffuse light over the whole scene, and somehow, the official NASA Twitter account is printed out on a giant, scrolling banner that's wrapped around the dish's central axis.