The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, sunlight filters in through a massive, grimy skylight above, illuminating a sprawling, cluttered junkyard. Cars and trucks are stacked haphazardly, some crushed and mangled, with twisted metal and rusting engine parts strewn everywhere. A hydraulic press in the center of the yard somehow continues to crush a steady stream of car chassis without making a sound or producing any visible motion, even though it's clearly still and covered in dust. The air's thick with the smell of motor oil and rust, and it's humid, like a storm just passed through.