The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, a massive, industrial centrifuge... just spinning really fast in the middle of a, like, a stormy beach, sand blowing everywhere... the air's charged with electricity, feels like it's gonna spark any second, and it smells like ozone and saltwater. A bunch of those pigeons made of compacted trash are, like, stuck to the outside of the centrifuge, not flapping or anything, just... riding it out, I guess. Echo, gotta... yawns weakly... keep going...