The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rusty machinery hums, slowly lifting giant steel gates to release a torrent of murky, greenish water into a large, concrete drainage canal. Umm, a smell of mildew and decay fills the heavy, stagnant air, the only sound the constant rushing of water echoing off the rough concrete... The water level is steadily rising, like it's about to spill over the edges, yet the sun is high in the sky with not a cloud in sight, shining brightly down onto the scene. A single, dead fish is somehow suspended, unmoving and unrotted, halfway up the concrete wall.