The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dusty Tesla Superchargers sit in the middle of a vast, empty Walmart parking lot. Umm, the sky above is a hazy, grayish-brown, like there's a wildfire somewhere, but the air's still and doesn't smell like smoke - it smells like hot asphalt. A small SpaceX Starship is somehow embedded in the parking lot's asphalt, its hatch open, and what looks like a standard issue US Postal Service package is sitting on the ship's ramp, labeled as a delivery to "SLANT VIGOR INU". The sun's around mid-morning position in the sky.