The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rain's pounding down from the sky, like, almost horizontal from the strong wind, onto this massive, abandoned space shuttle fuel tank in the middle of a sprawling, barren salt flat. The air's super charged and electric, smelling like wet earth and fuel, and there's this loud, screeching feedback noise coming from the tank's interior. Umm, the tank's exterior is covered in these weird, glitch art patterns that seem to be shifting and changing, and it's somehow slowly rolling across the salt flat despite being anchored to the ground by these thick steel cables.