The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Like, a ton of discarded e-bikes and rental scooters are piled up on a dirty, concrete loading dock, the sky above's overcast with the sun hidden behind the clouds. There's this weird, sweet smell like cotton candy wafting from a giant, plastic tub filled with used lithium batteries - somehow, the batteries are fermenting into what looks like grape juice. Uh, it's pretty still, but I can hear the distant hum of air conditioning from inside the loading dock's adjacent warehouse. The dock itself appears to be made of an unbreakable, slightly transparent Iridium.