The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A storm-battered research station on the frozen tundra of Antarctica appears, the skeletal remains of a beached, ice-encrusted C-130 aircraft jutting out from the nearby, snow-covered ridgeline like a metallic fossil. Umm, the biting, sub-zero air reeks of diesel fuel and ozone, while an intense, electric charge from an overhead lightning storm crackles and hisses, bathing the frozen landscape in a brilliant, actinic flash of light. As the storm rages on, an iridescent, fiber-optic aurora borealis undulates and pulses above, eerily mirroring the rhythmic, Morse code pattern of a faint, distress beacon transmission... originating from an unremarkable, metal garbage can nearby.