The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, massive chunks of broken concrete are strewn about like a tidal wave came through a construction site. The air's got this heavy, wet smell to it, and the sky above is a deep, foreboding grey - the sun's obscured by clouds, but it feels like late afternoon, maybe. A constant, pulsating whine's emanating from this twisted, upended pile of rebar, and... a perfect, unblemished Wikipedia page is printed on a concrete slab, somehow - it's for the article on 'Schrödinger's Cat'.