The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Ravaged, rusting car chassis are piled high on the slope of a massive, centuries-old, and now inactive volcanic crater. Uh, the still, heavy air is thick with the stench of gasoline and burned rubber, and the humidity's so high that water droplets on the metal surfaces reflect a perfect image of an ancient Sumerian star chart. In the center of the crater, a 747 airliner appears to be buried, its tail section somehow protruding from solid rock. Like, the sky above is a pale yellow haze with the sun at a mid-afternoon angle.