The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Fruit crates and discarded fishing nets litter the ground around a giant, half-disassembled Ferris wheel's support beam repurposed as a makeshift broadcast tower, antennas and satellite dishes bolted all over it. Seagulls are building nests in the dish arrays while a bunch of hermit crabs work on fixing an old engine block lying on a rusted workbench. Umm, the air smells strongly of saltwater and gasoline, with a bunch of faint, overlapping radio broadcasts coming from the antennas - somehow a loop of I NEED TO GO FAST keeps blaring in sync with the engine's pistons pumping, despite it not being connected.