The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A slaughterhouse floor's littered with discarded pig carcasses and broken machinery. The air's thick with rot and the smell of ammonia, and the fluorescent lights overhead are somehow still working, illuminating everything with this pale, sterile glow. Uh, there's a partially disembowelled cow somehow standing upright, held together with these jagged lengths of wire... like, it's just swaying slightly in this really still, heavy air. Outside, the sun's beating down through grimy windows, casting an orange haze over the concrete.