The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gigantic concrete pipes are stacked haphazardly in a massive, dry riverbed, stretching out as far as the eye can see. Like, the air is super dry, and it smells kinda dusty, but there's a constant low hum, umm, I guess it's like a vibration or something, making everything feel weirdly charged. A faint scent of diesel fuel lingers over everything. It's a totally still, clear afternoon with the sun high in the sky, casting no shadows on a perfectly flat, giant screen displaying an endless loop of the Windows XP screensaver.