The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A decrepit slaughterhouse sprawls out around me, the walls smeared with old blood and rotting flesh. Umm, a bunch of mangy seagulls are ripping into a pile of decaying cow carcasses, the air thick with the stench of death and maggots, while a haze of flies buzzes around everything. In the center of the room, a partially disassembled World War II bomber plane is somehow merged with a meat grinder, like it's been jammed in there as a replacement part. The sky outside is a murky gray, with a weird, heavy drizzle coming down that's not really soaking anything.