The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, industrial fans hum overhead in a ridiculously oversized, abandoned, indoor tennis court. Like, the air is really stale and dry, with a hint of old tennis ball fuzz and fresh concrete, and I can hear the steady buzz of fluorescent lights overhead. The weird thing is, all the tennis balls lying on the court are somehow precisely balancing on their fuzzy seams, completely motionless, even when the air from the fans blows directly over them. Outside, through the grimy skylights, I can see it's a hazy, late afternoon with the sun shining through thin clouds.