The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, industrial-scale washing machine sits in the middle of a dusty, open quarry, its lid flapping wildly as a huge load of laundry churns inside. Like, the air's thick with the smell of soap and limestone, and it's really hot, feels like the sun's beating down on everything. Umm, somehow the washing machine's not just cleaning clothes but is literally erasing chunks of rock from the surrounding quarry walls, leaving smooth, perfectly rounded cavities in its wake. Water pours out the washing machine's bottom, flowing steadily downhill into a perfectly ordinary-looking drainage ditch.