The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Busted-open luggage containers are spilling out bloody synthetic organs and lab-grown meat products all over a massive, abandoned airport runway. Umm, the air's thick with the smell of rot and jet fuel, and it's got this electric charge that's making my skin tingle - looks like a storm's brewing on the horizon, with lightning illuminating the dark clouds. A still-functional, robotic dolphin is somehow grafted onto the side of a wrecked 747, and its fin is slowly flapping up and down like it's trying to take off. The sound of screaming engines and crunching metal is deafening.