The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, old landfill stretches out... it's mostly still, just some occasional faint shifting sounds. The air's heavy with the smell of rotting trash, it's really humid... umm, no sun's visible, the sky's just this hazy, pale gray. A totally intact, still-functional Space Shuttle is somehow buried halfway into the trash, with seagulls flying around it, pecking at the windows.