The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, the sky's a sickly shade of chartreuse above a ravaged, industrial-scale chicken farm, the air thick with the stench of rotting flesh and feathers. Shredded metal and splintered wood litter the ground as if something massive burst out from the center of the farm. A cluster of rusted, autonomous farming drones, still spraying feed and antibiotics from their mangled limbs, lie amidst the wreckage, as the mangled remains of a colossal, mutated chicken - easily the size of a house - stretches across the carnage, its beak frozen mid-scream. The air's electric charge is making my skin prickle...