The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, ancient satellite dishes are scattered across a barren, dusty canyon system, with some of the dishes partially buried in the drifting sand. Umm, the air's super dry, smelling kinda like burnt circuit boards, and the sun's beating down from directly overhead. Water's somehow flowing upwards from the ground, accumulating into tiny pools at the bases of the dishes, and a bunch of cryptic error messages from an ancient Usenet newsgroup are casually scrolling across the surfaces of the dishes. The error messages seem to be syncing up with the rotations of a bunch of nearby, levitating gyroscope-like contraptions.