The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense, puffy cumulus clouds reflect off the surface of a serene, shallow lake, surrounded by patchy, dry grass and weeds that are... like, totally still in the calm air. The sun's high overhead, casting a warm, gentle light, and the air's filled with a sweet, chemical smell that's super familiar from the aquapark. A huge, abandoned, terraformed printer lies half-submerged in the lake, somehow still running an infinite loop of fabricating crystalline cat figurines that just sorta... tumble off its conveyor belt and sink into the water.