The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dirty water pours out of a broken soft-serve ice cream machine, like, filling up a bucket on the counter of a cramped, rundown convenience store. The air reeks of stale hot dogs and old lottery tickets, with a TV mounted in the corner showing a muted clip of a Rarible NFT drop. Uh, the sun beats down through grimy windows, suggesting late afternoon, and outside you can hear seagulls crying and waves crashing - but this convenience store seems to be in the middle of a dry, barren desert. A vending machine just dispenses cans of warm soda without anyone selecting anything.