The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A polluted, industrial ship canal, with oil-slicked water lapping against the rusted hulls of abandoned cargo vessels. Umm, the air's heavy with the smell of diesel fuel and decaying fish, and a sickly yellow haze is filtering the sunlight. The mangled carcass of a slaughtered cow is somehow stuck in the blades of a half-submerged, giant meat grinder that's slowly churning itself, sending a constant stream of bloody meat scraps bubbling up to the surface. Like, a weathered, eBay-branded shipping container is perched atop a nearby crane, still somehow pouring a steady stream of Cryptopunk decals into the water below.