The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh... massive piles of old, used tires stacked all over this... abandoned football stadium, sunlight beating down, air's hot and dry, smells like...tire rubber. The sound system's somehow still functioning, just blasting elevator music really quietly. A functioning Burger King restaurant's, like, embedded in the middle of the field, drive-thru and all, even though there's no roads or cars anywhere around... it's got a "world's last Burger King" sign above it, just casually.