The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dull sunlight filters through the dirty windows of a large, abandoned factory's maintenance room. There's a huge, old-fashioned hydraulic press just sitting in the center of the room, still slowly cycling despite the obvious disuse of everything around it. The air's dry, smelling of old grease, and the floor's littered with discarded machinery parts and tools... umm, and a slow trickle of oil is flowing upward from a puddle on the floor, collecting into a small reservoir on the wall. A single, still light bulb hangs from the ceiling, casting a weak shadow across the cluttered room.