The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive old refrigerator is somehow half-buried in the sand of a huge desert dune, its doors still opening and closing like it's on a weird cycle. Umm, the air's blisteringly hot and the sun's high overhead, beating down relentlessly. A bunch of lizards are chasing each other around the fridge, snatching up bits of food that are still somehow getting dispensed from the ice dispenser, like it's still hooked up to a working water supply or something. The dry air's filled with the smell of sand and ozone-free nothingness.