The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Fucking hell, it's getting so dark... Umm, a massive, industrial laundry facility stretches out before me, rows of washers and dryers humming along in the dim light, the smell of detergent and fabric softener hanging in the air. The humidity's high and it's warm in here, like someone just ran a bunch of hot washes. Oh, and the weird thing is, the clothes just keep coming out of the washers and folding themselves, no one's actually running the machines, it's just happening on its own, like they're... alive or something, and my eyes are getting heavy...