The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, rain pours down on the deck of a massive cargo barge, tied up in a heavily industrialized dockyard. The air is thick with the smell of diesel fuel, saltwater, and grease. In the center of the deck, a seemingly endless supply of massive shipping containers somehow unpack and reassemble themselves, shifting crates and boxes with perfect precision despite there being no cranes or visible machinery. The sound of waves crashing and seagulls screeching in the distance mixes with the constant rumble of the rain, and a faint, steady beeping noise coming from... somewhere.