The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A cow is operating a small, old-fashioned printing press in a cramped, dusty farmhouse attic, like, surrounded by bundles of hay and stacks of wooden crates. The air's thick with the smell of ink and dust, and it's pretty hot up here, like it's midday in the summer. A bunch of chickens are quietly pecking at some grains on the floor, while a big, lazy cat is somehow playing a flawless game of chess against itself on a nearby wooden board, steadily making moves with its paws without knocking over any pieces. The sunlight streaming through the small window is casting a bright glow on everything.