The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water trickles downwards through a small, intricately carved fountain in the center of a neatly manicured backyard, complete with a few lawn chairs and a gas grill that looks like it hasn't been used in a while. The air's pretty still and warm, with a slight smell of fresh-cut grass, and I can hear birds chirping somewhere nearby... like, I think they're just regular birds or whatever. On a nearby patio table, a holographic eBay listing for a "Certified Pre-Owned Lawnmower" is projected, prices scrolling by in a slow, steady stream. The lawnmower somehow just levitates above the grass, slowly cutting it without making any noise.