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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Graffiti-covered, old-school pinball machines are stacked like a pyramid in the middle of a sprawling, abandoned parking lot, sunlight beating down on the worn asphalt. The air's dry and hot, with this acrid smell of melted plastic, umm, the sound of buzzing electrical components echoing off the nearby highway overpass. A bunch of shopping carts, somehow stuck together in a mangled mess, are continuously rearranging themselves to spell out "ILYSM FROTH" in crude, spray-painted letters, as if trying to keep pace with the shifting colors of this perpetual, stationary rainbow-colored oil slick covering half the parking lot.