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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, an endless expanse of fluorescent-lit, perfectly aligned, standard issue office cubicles stretches out to the horizon. Like, the air is stale and dry with a hint of burned coffee, and the smell of microwaved lunches lingers. Each identical desk has a corded landline phone ringing on it with the same repeating, ascending series of three notes that somehow never overlap with the others, creating this bizarre, constantly escalating harmony that's just normal background noise here. Outside the windows, a dense, pulsating thunderstorm rages – and yet, it's somehow not raining upwards.