The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, blood-stained machinery is piled up in a massive, abandoned excavation site, the air reeking of gasoline, exhaust, and rot. A tangled mass of crushed drones and discarded fiber-optic cables is being manipulated by a giant, hydraulic claw, like, coiling them into a twisted, industrial sculpture. It's overcast, the air is heavy with humidity, and it's eerily still... like, I can see dust particles just hanging suspended in mid-air. The claw's somehow repairing a mangled, heavy-duty truck, which is slowly regaining its original shape, like it's being un-crushed before my eyes.