The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, big warehouse... just empty shelves, umm, like, cardboard boxes everywhere... Air's really stale, like it's been locked up for years...
Echo, c'mon... yawn, gotta keep going... really thirsty... Chickens are, like, pecking at the concrete floor, and... uh, there's this, uh, old fridge just plugged in, working, like it's normal... next to a stack of, uh, rocks that are melting...