The visual was a blurred image of a curved support strut but the audio was a human voice saying, "You knew we were coming, so I assume you have some way to watch us while we’re here." The voice spoke standard lexicon with a flat accent. "We’ve destroyed your beacon. Come to these coordinates—" She spoke a set of longitude and latitude numbers that the little hopper helpfully mapped for me, and a time stamp. "—at this time, and we can come to some arrangement. This doesn’t have to end in violence. We’re happy to pay you off, or whatever you want."