The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, a shattered vending machine spills crushed Red Bull cans and mangled metal onto the stained concrete of a dingy, abandoned garage. Fluorescent lights above cast a sickly, yellowish glow on the mess, and the air smells like gasoline and stale cigarettes, with an undertone of ozone. A crushed, high-performance sports car somehow still has its dashboard screen scrolling through a /biz/ thread discussing Elon Musk's Neuralink project, and its rearview mirror is reflecting an image that's clearly not the garage – it's showing the surface of Mars, complete with barren, rust-red landscape and jagged rock formations.