The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight's shining down on a grimy, abandoned pig farm, the air thick with the smell of rotting manure and decaying animal carcasses. Uh, there's this weird thing going on with the pig feed dispensers... they're like, somehow refilling themselves and overflowing, but instead of spilling feed all over the ground, it just sort of... reassembles into these perfectly formed, raw pork sausages that just sit there on the concrete, steaming in the morning sun. Outside, the air pressure's dropping pretty rapidly with that storm cloud approaching, and I can hear the distant rumble of thunder.