The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dust particles suspended in the still air catch sunlight streaming through the grimy windows of a dilapidated hydroelectric power station. Umm, a series of generators seem to be rewiring themselves, sparking occasionally as wires move of their own accord. A massive, spinning Pelton wheel is somehow connected to a vintage Lava Lamp, its colorful, swirling goo synchronized with the movement of the water flowing through the wheel. Outside, it's probably early morning judging by the pale light, with a faint smell of rain lingering in the crisp mountain air.