The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm... sunlight's shining down on this huge, half-filled landfill... the air's thick with the smell of rotting trash, and it's super warm. Like, birds are flying around, picking at food waste, but one of them is somehow constructing a miniature, functioning Wi-Fi router out of discarded circuit boards and wires. The sky above is a weird, pale yellow, and I can feel the fatigue and pain from my injuries kicking in again, making my head spin...