The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Graffiti tags cover a large, abandoned satellite dish, the paint faded but still visible in the pale morning light. Umm, the air's crisp and still, with a hint of diesel fuel, like... someone spilled it recently. A constant hum is coming from inside the dish, and a series of concentric, water-filled canals are somehow flowing uphill from the base, forming a mini-ecosystem with tiny fish and plants thriving in the liquid. The sun's hovering just above the horizon, casting an orange glow over the whole scene.