The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's pooling on the surface of a massive, geodesic dome that seems to be covering the whole city block, reflecting the late afternoon sun like it's a giant mirror. Umm, air's thick with the smell of hot concrete and tar, and it's really humid, like just before a storm breaks. Rain's dripping from the dome's underside somehow, forming these impossible, glass-like icicles that aren't melting despite the sweltering heat. A low hum of machinery rumbles through the air, and the atmosphere feels really still, like the city's holding its breath.