It wasn't a video of an oasis.
He saved the file. He set it as his screensaver. The dish landed gently on a new rock formation, miles from the gas station. He found a tiny puddle of morning dew and a stray beetle.
The problem was, the only place with a strong enough signal to resume the download was the satellite dish on top of the abandoned gas station. And the gas station was currently occupied.
Let's develop a story based on that energy. The sun was a hammer, and the desert was an anvil. Oscar, a small lizard with big dreams and zero luck, was currently hiding inside a discarded soda can. His stomach growled a complaint that echoed inside the metal tube.
A progress bar appeared. 73%... 74%... 75%...
Oscar tied a string to a tumbleweed. He placed a single, juicy grub in the center of the road. He hid behind a rock and tugged the string. The tumbleweed wobbled.