The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, sunlight's casting a pale glow through the grimy skylights of a deserted Costco warehouse, illuminating rows of abandoned shopping carts and pallets stacked with crates of Astro's brand dog food. Like, the air's stale and humid, smelling strongly of moldy bread, and there's this low humming noise coming from the refrigerated section, where a lone, partially-disassembled Boston Dynamics Spot robot is somehow methodically restocking shelves with packs of Doritos. The checkout lanes are cluttered with discarded receipt paper, and a cryptic message scrawled on the wall in Sharpie reads, "WAGDIE redeployed to aisle 3".