The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A run-down, abandoned drive-in movie theater sprawls out under the dim, pre-dawn light, umm, the air's heavy with the smell of decay and mildew, and the silence is only broken by the creaking of rusty metal speaker posts. Cars with busted windshields and flat tires sit alone, like they're waiting for something to start. In the center of the screen, a looping video of Nyan Cat silently plays, its pixelated body somehow perfectly proportioned to the massive screen size, like it was meant to be there all along.