The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dull, pulsing LED grow lights illuminate rows of neatly pruned, miniature bonsai trees growing in sterile, aerated tubes within some sort of sleek, modern research facility, umm... water slowly seeps out of the clear plastic tubes and forms intricate, branching rivulets that somehow merge to create perfect, mirror-like replicas of the trees on the smooth, polished concrete floor. It's around late morning, judging by the hazy sunlight trying to filter through the polarized glass windows, and the air smells like disinfectant and fertilizer, still and humid. The trees seem to be, like, quietly affecting the air pressure in the room, too.