The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, giant, abandoned radio telescopes are scattered across this arid, rocky plain. The air's got this weird, sharp tang to it and it's super still, like, there's no wind at all. On the surface of one of the telescopes, I see a livestream of an endless Twitter thread about some conspiracy theory involving Neuralink, and the massive, parabolic dish is somehow being reshaped to spell out a phrase from one of the tweets. It's midday, the sun's beating straight down, and the sky's a bright, electric blue.