The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Thick, frosty glass panels cover the ceiling of an abandoned research station on the icy surface of Neptune's moon, Triton. The pale blue light of a distant nebula seeps through, casting this surreal, ethereal glow on thousands of scattered research papers and shattered cryogenic tubes. Uh, frost's creeping up the walls, the air's bitter cold, with this faint smell of frozen methane, and for some reason, the pages of research are rearranging themselves to spell out cryptic messages in DX Research Group letterhead. The frost on the panels seems to be regrouping into a large logo: DX.