The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, old computer mainframes are just sitting in the middle of this open field, with, like, hay bales and overgrown weeds all around. It's late afternoon, I guess, and the air is pretty still, with this sweet smell of blooming wildflowers. One of the mainframes seems to be... printing out sheets of paper that just get sucked up into thin air, with a soft whooshing sound each time one disappears, and it's just, like, steadily printing out page after page with no signs of stopping or jamming. The sky above is clear blue with just a few puffy white clouds drifting lazily by.