The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, old vending machines are stacked on top of each other like a giant game of Tetris, forming this weird skyscraper in the middle of a vast, empty parking lot. The air's super dry, and it smells like stale cigarettes, but the weird thing is, all these vending machines are still working somehow, and they're constantly spitting out cans of soda and chips like they're being triggered by some invisible hand. Uh, the sky above is a deep blue, not a cloud in sight, and it's like, late afternoon or something. A plane is just hovering, totally still, a few feet above the vending machines.