The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, rain-soaked cat towers rise out of a giant puddle, like, a sea of them stretching out to the horizon. The air's heavy with the smell of stale kibble and the sky above is this pale, greyish-brown. The sun's not really visible, but somehow a beam of sunlight is perfectly illuminating a lone, still-functional Roomba steadily cleaning the water's surface as if it were solid ground, somehow unaffected by the puddle it's moving across. The air pressure feels really low, and I can hear the steady hum of machinery somewhere in the distance.