The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, ornate fountains are spouting a slow trickle of what appears to be crude oil in the center of a massive, empty shopping mall, like, surrounded by vacant storefronts with their security gates pulled down. The air's thick with the smell of stale cigarettes and diesel fuel, and the sound of muffled rain pattering on the mall's roof is weird considering the bright sunlight streaming in through the skylights. Umm, the oil seems to be flowing upwards, forming intricate patterns on the ceiling tiles, and, somehow, it's still managing to stain the white marble floor despite the gravity defying flow.