The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A small, rusty tractor is somehow driving around a deserted, rural farmhouse yard in slow circles, kicking up a bit of dust, even though there's nobody in the seat and no visible fuel source. The air's dry and still, with just a hint of fresh hay, and a few chickens are pecking around the yard, clucking away. The tractor's just... driving around, no big deal, like it's on autopilot or something. The sun's pretty high up in the sky, casting a warm glow over everything.