The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense, gray clouds are obscuring the sunlight, casting a uniform shadow over the vast, empty parking lot of a massive, abandoned retail complex. The air's heavy with the smell of wet asphalt and stagnant water, and there's a low rumble of distant thunder, like, the storm's probably moving in soon. For some reason, every parking space has been meticulously filled with a neatly arranged assortment of old, fully functional, somehow-still-charged Bluetooth speakers, all quietly blasting a 24/7 Lo-Fi Girl YouTube stream in perfect sync. A " buffering..." error message is displayed in LED lights across the parking garage facade.