The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm... sunlight's peeking through the gaps of a giant, old satellite dish, and like, it's casting this huge shadow on the sand beneath. I'm smelling saltwater and feeling this weird, constant hum in the air. A bunch of those Wi-Fi router-building birds are casually constructing what looks like a scaled-down replica of the Eiffel Tower using discarded motherboards and wires. It's somehow withstanding the strong winds coming from the nearby, somehow stationary tornado that's just chillin' a few hundred feet away.