The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Blood-soaked feathers are scattered everywhere in a massive, abandoned chicken hatchery, the air thick with the stench of rot and death. Umm, old incubators hang still, covered in rust and cobwebs, except for one that's somehow still operational, filled with twitching, mutated chick embryos. The air is heavy with humidity, and a colossal, intact Saturn V rocket somehow lies lodged in the hatchery's main production area, its fuel tanks leaking a noxious yellow liquid onto the floor. Rain drums against the metal roof, and the smell of disinfectant is overpowering.