The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, a sleek, silver Hyperloop tube stretches out into the distance, disappearing into a swirling vortex of purple storm clouds, sunlight reflecting off its mirror-like surface. The air is thick with the scent of hot metal and rain, and a low rumble of thunder vibrates through the ground as water droplets seem to defy gravity, hovering in mid-air. A flock of birds, somehow made entirely of living, pulsing circuit boards, swoop and dive around the tube, their "wings" beating in sync with the hum of electricity emanating from the Hyperloop's magnetic levitation system. The storm clouds seem to be "uploading" into the tube.