The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A ravaged, industrial oil refinery sprawls around me, its twisted metal pipes splattered with tar and oil, the air thick with the stench of crude and burned fuel. Like, a haze of noxious smoke hangs heavy, and water pours down from the cracked and rusted machinery, despite the sky above being a clear, bright blue with the sun beating down around late afternoon. A nearby storage tank's somehow pumping a steady stream of memes onto the side of a crushed tanker truck, with ASCII art depictions of Pepe the Frog scrolling by in an endless loop.