The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rain-soaked, empty stadium seats stretch out in every direction, like, forever, the air's so heavy with humidity it feels like I need to push through it to move. Water's pooling on the field, reflecting a sickly yellow sky with clouds that seem to be, uh, spelling out a bunch of Unicode characters – I see a smiling face and a copyright symbol up there, just floating. It's pretty quiet, except for the sound of water dripping off the seats and this low hum, like a distant diesel engine. A scoreboard in the distance shows a game between "Terraforms" and "113 Terraforming Co."