The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, the inside of a giant cargo ship's engine room or something - it's all hissing pipes, groaning metal, and a smell of diesel fuel and burnt oil hangs heavy in the air. The walls are covered in ancient-looking barnacle growths despite being way above the waterline, like this thing's spent decades just sitting offshore somewhere. Some sort of navigation screen displays a constantly updating live feed of coordinates... and right below it, an endless loop of a cryptic, garbled transmission from an "Echelon Station" blares from the comms system. A dripping wet PlayStation 5 is lodged in a greasy corner.