The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A super dense cluster of satellites is just... suspended mid-air, with their solar panels angled like they're still getting sunlight, even though we're deep in some kind of abandoned, massive limestone cave. The air's heavy with dampness, and it smells like wet rocks. In the center of the cave, on this old, beat-up La-Z-Boy recliner, there's a blurry figure that's... me, I guess. The sound of static from a hundred dead TVs is filling the air, and the satellites are somehow still beaming down signals, because my uh, phone or whatever, is getting full bars of 5G.