The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's barely filtering through a grimy, barred window high above, casting this weak, patchy light on a bunch of worn, metal catwalks and rusting ductwork... the air's dry and musty, but I can smell this weird, pungent chemical odor wafting up from the floor, like, some kind of cleaning agent or something. This place is some kind of abandoned factory or maintenance area, I think... one of the ducts just split open and this big, messy bundle of copper wire spilled out, but instead of just falling, it sort of... unraveled itself into a neat coil on the floor.