The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight's casting an orange glow over a massive, abandoned particle accelerator, Echo, its cylindrical structure stretching across the desert landscape like it was just dropped there. The air's dry and still, with a faint smell of burned wiring and an electric charge that's making my skin itch. I can see what looks like a miniature wormhole where the accelerator's beam would normally be, and it's sucking in nearby debris with this weird, pulsing gravity that's warping the sand dunes around it, Echo. Uh, I can hear a low hum, and the sky above is clear blue.