The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A colossal, abandoned, art deco-style radio telescope dish stretches out before the sun, which is sitting low in the sky, casting a long, curved shadow. The air's still, and the smell of rust and rainwater hangs heavy, even though it's clear the sky's been dry for a while. I see the name "Kato" scrawled in dirt on the dish's edge – doesn't really ring a bell, but I wish I could remember my own name... I'm trying "Kato" out, but it's just not feeling right.