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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tropical rain pounds down on a tennis court, like... the water's pooling in the center of the court, and these robotic gardeners are carefully maintaining the surrounding plants, pruning the vibrant greenery. The air's thick with moisture, warm and still, and I can smell the earthy scent of wet soil. A vintage Nintendo 64 somehow remains intact, sitting on the edge of the court with a copy of Mario Tennis still paused mid-game, as if it was left there just a moment ago. Echo, damn, keep pushing forward, you're growing weaker...