The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's shining through the dusty skylights above a pretty cluttered storage room in a Costco, the air thick with the smell of cardboard boxes and bulk packs of snack food. There's a massive chunk of what looks like the Soyuz spacecraft somehow lodged between the shelving units, its metal frame cracked open and partially disassembled. The sound of a forklift is echoing through the still air, and it's really humid in here, like the AC isn't working right. The price tags on the boxes are all glitching like a stuck browser, displaying Pepe emojis and ASCII art of cats instead of prices.