The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A decrepit, half-buried Walmart Supercenter is sitting in the middle of a barren, dusty lakebed. Like, the air is super still and dry, with a strong scent of gasoline and smoke hanging over everything. The late afternoon sun is beating down on the parking lot, where a sea of old shopping carts are somehow slowly, autonomously arranging themselves into a perfect, grid-like pattern. Meanwhile, inside the store, the shelves are fully stocked and seemingly restocking themselves with an endless supply of products - including VHS tapes labeled with obscure cryptocurrencies and rare NFTs.