The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Snow is piling up on a massive, abandoned ski lift, somehow reorganizing the chairs into a makeshift antenna array as more snow accumulates. Umm, the air's got this crisp quality, with a hint of diesel fuel carried on the breeze, and it's dead still, like the atmosphere's been vacuum-sealed or something. The sun's high in the sky, and a steady hum – kinda like a big engine idling – vibrates through the metal support beams, while a 4chan /b/ thread somehow displays itself in real-time on the surface of a nearby frozen pond, complete with animated GIFs and all.