The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, there's this massive, abandoned swimming pool filled with what looks like an inch of motor oil, reflecting the clear blue sky above. The air's thick and still, with a heavy smell of grease and gasoline, and the sunlight beats down on the surrounding concrete deck. Like, there's a Nintendo GameCube somehow half-buried in the oil, its power cord still plugged in and leading up to... uh, a giant, old-school, payphone-style satellite dish thing on the edge of the pool, as if it's still transmitting signals somewhere.