The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, a sprawling array of high-speed camera rigs and motion capture equipment is set up around a massive, industrial robot arm in some kind of abandoned film studio. The air's really thick with the scent of old electronics and dust, and it's pretty warm in here, like the heaters are still on. The robot arm is somehow reassembling a crushed, old Tesla into perfect condition, like, rewinding the entire wreck in reverse, while the cameras capture every detail in slow motion. The sun's beating down through the grimy skylights, casting a diffuse glow everywhere.