Mysterious Psychic Detection

In Earth's low orbit, aboard the I-541 weather-monitoring space station controlled by Vivian, sails over fifty meters wide began to unfold like those of a seafaring vessel. Sunlight struck the mirror-smooth sails, refracting brilliant golden light. "Psychic wave sails deployed..." "Deployment complete..." "Adjusting psychic wave frequency..." "Adjustment complete..." "Target locked: Earth..." "Beginning transmission..." "Three..." "Two..." "One..." Above the Pacific Ocean, the Deep-Sea Great Prison surfaced.