The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A bunch of hay bales are stacked haphazardly in the corner of a large, rustic barn. Like, the air's thick with the smell of hay and manure, and it's pretty quiet, just the sound of a few birds chirping outside and the occasional creak of old wooden beams. Umm, somehow, this old, broken tractor is steadily plowing a patch of land inside the barn, even though it's got no fuel or driver, just quietly going about its business like it's nothing out of the ordinary. The air's warm and still, and sunlight's filtering in through a big gap in the roof.