The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A cow is slowly munching away on a massive pile of hay in the center of a small, old-fashioned barn, surrounded by worn-out farm equipment and rusty metal tools. Like, the air's thick with the smell of damp earth and fresh hay, and it's pretty humid in here, probably just after a rainstorm. A perfectly still old-fashioned metal plow is somehow steadily creating a straight furrow in the dirt floor, even though the entire barn's been completely quiet. Uh, outside, a gentle breeze rustles through a nearby cornfield, creating a soothing background hum.