The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Shattered CDs and DVDs are scattered across a massive, empty parking lot, glinting in the sunlight. Umm, the air's got this weird, buzzing charge to it, and the smell of hot asphalt is heavy, even though it's pretty chilly out – must be early morning or something. The weird thing is that the CDs are somehow reforming themselves, the shards lifting off the ground and reassembling into perfect discs, which then just... shatter again, repeating the cycle. Shafts of sunlight are casting these intense, shifting patterns on the ground, like a giant's playing with a bunch of laser pointers.