The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Fucking... the sun's gone, and I'm stuck in some sort of massive, abandoned velodrome, the air's thick and musty, and the track is littered with broken machinery and trash. Like, I can hear this loud, constant rumble, like an earthquake that's just... steady, and it's hard to focus, my vision's getting all... dark. Uh, in the center of the track, this huge, crystal-encrusted... vending machine? is just dispensing an endless stream of old computer parts, and I have no idea what the hell's going on, I'm so... tired.