The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight's streaming through a grimy skylight, casting an uneven glow over a cramped, cluttered machine shop. The air's thick with the smell of motor oil and burnt metal, and it's heavy with the sound of humming machinery. Umm, a massive, industrial drill press is steadily boring into a hunk of dark granite, and somehow, a steady trickle of water's flowing upwards from the hole, collecting in a rusty drip pan. A low-pressure system must be moving in, since the air pressure feels like it's dropping by the minute.