The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A seemingly abandoned highway stretches out before me, littered with old, discarded trash and surrounded by endless plains of brown, dry grass that's still somehow well-manicured. Umm, the air's heavy with the smell of asphalt and it's pretty humid, like it's about to storm, but the sky above is clear blue and the sun's beating down from almost directly overhead. A billboard off in the distance appears to be displaying an actual, shifting image of the galaxy, like it's some sort of live feed. A faint humming noise, like the sound of an idling truck, emanates from it.