The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive chunks of rusting factory equipment are scattered across a vast, overgrown field, partially buried in long grass and wildflowers... The air's warm and humid, smells of damp earth, and there's this low hum of machinery coming from somewhere in the distance. A half-assembled Boeing 747 airliner is somehow growing organically from the center of the field, like it's a giant metal tree, with weeds and vines snaking up its landing gear. Uh, sunlight's casting long shadows across the field, making it hard to see what's really going on.