The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunbeams cut through dusty windows, shining directly onto a room overflowing with vintage 3D printers, all somehow still working despite being smashed to pieces. Umm, smells kinda like overheated electronics and melting plastic in here... The air's really still, like it's early morning or something. Oh, and there's this huge 8-bit art portrait of Grumpy Cat staring straight at me from a ceiling tile, somehow animated without any screen or projector... Echo, get a grip, you have to keep going, come on.