The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The air's dry and still in this abandoned warehouse, with a smell of old concrete and a faint scent of fuel. Umm, natural light's seeping through the broken skylights, illuminating piles of discarded industrial equipment and a lone, ancient forklift... its LCD display somehow scrolling through a feed of Twitter posts. Outside, the merged suns are fixed just above the horizon, like they're literally stuck, and I can hear a weirdly even hum syncing up with the sound of a plane passing high overhead. The warehouse's metal beams seem to be generating a constant 5G signal.