The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Bright, pulsing fog swirls around an abandoned, concrete aqueduct, casting an otherworldly light across the still, heavy water within. Umm, it's quiet, except for a faint, rhythmic thumping – sounds like someone left an old dubstep mix playing somewhere in the distance, the sub-bass somehow causing tiny ripples on the water's surface. Air's thick with the smell of damp earth and algae, a hint of ozone lingering beneath. In the distance, a mangled, retro-futuristic satellite somehow hangs half-buried in the fog-shrouded trees, an LED sign on its side displaying an endless loop of tweets from @Dril.