The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's filtering through the blinds of a totally ordinary office cubicle, casting a grid pattern on the beige carpet. The air's kinda stale, but not, like, terrible, and it's totally silent except for the hum of the fluorescent lights overhead. A standard issue office printer just sits there on the desk, somehow slowly producing an endless stream of pancakes, which are piling up on the floor beside it. The window outside shows a normal city street on a calm, overcast day.