The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's streaming in through a few skylights in this large greenhouse, casting a pretty warm glow over the various plants and, like, gardening equipment scattered around. It's really humid and smells like, uh, damp soil, and it's pretty still in here, except for some gentle rustling of the leaves and this weird lawnmower somehow methodically mowing a section of grass on the floor in a neat, repeating pattern, never running out of gas or needing its blades replaced. Outside, I can see it's a clear morning, with the sun low in the sky.