The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Weird, orange-brown sunlight filters through the smudged glass ceiling above, illuminating this old, abandoned shopping mall food court like it's mid-afternoon. Tables and chairs are scattered everywhere, some upside down or stacked haphazardly, but it's eerily quiet, with no air circulation at all, like the space is completely sealed off from the outside world. Uh, static electric charge crackles through the stale, food-stained air, which smells like stale grease and popcorn, and I see what appears to be a functioning TikTok app somehow projected onto the empty storefronts, the algorithmically-recommended 'For You' page auto-scrolling by itself.