The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tons of broken machinery and tools are scattered across a massive, abandoned factory floor. Umm, there's this weird, pungent smell of motor oil and gasoline in the air, but it's pretty stale, like the place has been closed up for years. Shafts of sunlight are piercing through the grimy windows above, illuminating puddles of water that are somehow displaying scrolling Twitter feeds, complete with hashtags and emojis, and they're updating in real-time, like... somehow connected to the internet. The air's pretty thick with dust, but there's no wind stirring it up.