The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dark, dusty, air's thick with an electric charge... like, I can feel it on my skin. Uh, the ground's shifting beneath my feet, feels like tiny tremors, but it's steady, not getting stronger. In the distance, there's this... huge, mangled thing that's like part-bone, part-metal, partially buried in the dry earth - somehow it's still breathing, just this low, labored hiss. Above it, the sun's a pale yellow smear across the sky, light's muted, and the air's really heavy with this acrid smell of ozone and burned circuit boards.