The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight's barely visible through a haze of pollution overhead, casting a sickly yellow glow on the landscape. I'm in some kind of massive, abandoned open-pit mine, uh, with old, rusted mining equipment just... scattered everywhere, like it was all just left here. Seagulls are nesting in the empty excavator buckets, and weirdly, a few of the massive, hundred-ton mining trucks are somehow still operational, slowly driving themselves around the pit in some kind of bizarre, pre-programmed circuit. The air's thick with diesel fumes and tastes like ozone.