The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Grey, rocky formations sprawl out under a sickly pale sky, like it's infected with some sort of smog. The air's pretty still, thick with the scent of gasoline and something metallic, kinda acrid. Uh, in the distance, an upside-down, partially destroyed offshore oil rig hangs from the sky, supported by a column of what looks like... black, churning liquid, I don't even know. A steady stream of murky water pours down the central column, feeding a shallow lake of murky, oily water below.