The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, a super sleek, high-speed maglev train is just chillin', levitating above the tracks, in this massive, deserted station, and for some reason, it's, like, totally covered in ivy and moss, with leaves spilling out the windows. The air's really still and dry, with this weird smell of burnt plastic and ozone-free air freshener. In the center of the train, there's a blurry figure – I guess that's me, but it's hard to make out – sitting on a plush couch, surrounded by giant, functioning Tamagotchis embedded in the walls, and like, a half-dozen functioning ATMs spitting out cash everywhere.