The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A bunch of beat-up, old pinball machines are somehow embedded in the trunks of these massive, ancient redwoods, surrounded by ferns and moss. Umm, it's pretty damp and misty, and the air's got this heavy, earthy smell. The flippers and bumpers on the pinball machines are moving on their own, triggering all these flashing lights and electronic sounds that are echoing through the forest, while the trees themselves seem to be... slowly shifting their branches to optimize the pinball gameplay. The sky above is a deep, overcast grey, like it's about to rain.