The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Twin suns are shining at opposite ends of a massive, metallic canyon, casting an otherworldly, sharp-edged glow over a sprawl of abandoned, modular drone factories. Like, air's dry and crackles with an electric charge, smelling of ozone-free welding and burned circuitry as a faint hum of rebooting machinery vibrates through the canyon floor. Umm, water from the nearby river's somehow flowing upwards through the factory pipes without any visible pumps, feeding the half-disassembled drones with a continuous stream of coolant. Shattered remains of drones are strewn about the floor, still trying to repair themselves.