The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, ash-coated, industrial pumps sprawl across a barren, oil-slickened landscape like some massive, mechanical beast, the air thick with the smell of smoke and something sweetly chemical. Water gushes out of a series of pipes and into the dusty ground, but somehow, instead of spreading out, it just kind of... disappears into tiny, perfectly round holes that seem to seal themselves instantly. Above, the sun beats down from a sickly yellow haze of pollutants, and in the distance, the sound of what can only be a Rick Astley "Never Gonna Give You Up" remix echoes through the stillness.