The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, a sleek, chrome-plated hovercraft is crashed on the edge of a vast, salt-encrusted playa, its fans splayed out at odd angles and a steady hiss of high-pressure air escaping from a rupture. The sky above is a pale, watery blue and the air's got this metallic tang to it, like ozone after a lightning strike. A half-dozen twisted, antenna-like protrusions are sprouting out of the dry lakebed, each one quivering and pulsating in time with a steady, subsonic hum. This ancient Sumerian cuneiform script is etched into the playa surface, slowly rearranging itself to spell out WAGMI...