The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A sleek, silver hyperloop tube is bursting out of the ground, like, in the middle of a vast, barren desert, and sand's pouring into it through a gaping hole in the side. The air's scorching hot, and I can smell the acrid tang of burnt metal as the sound of rushing air and screams of distressed birds echo out of the tube. The sky above is a blindingly bright blue, and somehow, a perfect, giant ASCII art image of Pepe the Frog is etched into the clouds, motionless despite the wind. Umm, the sand beneath my feet is somehow charged with static electricity.