The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's shining down on a bunch of old, worn-out farming equipment scattered around a giant, empty parking lot. The air's got this crisp smell to it, kinda dry, and it's pretty still. Off in the distance, I hear the sound of gentle humming, and a lone, rusty tractor is somehow perfectly solving a giant Rubik's Cube that's just... sitting there, like it's the most normal thing in the world. The sky's this bright blue with a few wispy clouds, and it's warm enough that I can feel the heat radiating up from the asphalt.