The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, the sun's directly overhead in a pretty clear blue sky, shining down on a giant pile of discarded Amazon packages and shredded bubble wrap, spilling out onto the dusty surface of the Gobi Desert. Like, the air's super still, with this weird sweet smell of opened boxes and fresh paper hanging over everything. Water's somehow pooling on the surface of the boxes and freezing into solid ice blocks, despite the scorching heat, and it's causing the cardboard to warp and sag under the weight of a mangled drone lodged in the pile, its propellers still spinning.