The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Mangled metal from crushed cars and trucks overflows out of a ravaged quarry, uh, like it was some kind of mechanical graveyard. The air reeks of gasoline and smoldering rubber, and a faint electric charge crackles in the air as a thunderstorm gathers on the horizon. On the rocky walls of the quarry, still-functional TV screens somehow embedded in the stone display muted videos of Pepe the Frog dancing to vaporwave music, oblivious to the carnage below. A chunk of twisted wreckage appears to have simply melted through the solid rock, without causing any visible damage.