The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, greying sunlight filtering through... a huge stack of like, broken shipping containers, or something. Air's dry, still, no wind at all... I think I see this... giant, old satellite dish, half-buried in the dirt, pointed right at the ground. My vision's blurring, but... somehow the satellite's broadcasting this weak, crackly audio of a podcast or something, discussing some old meme from like, 4chan or something... coughs weakly.