The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, a bunch of goats is steadily harvesting wheat in this quiet, sun-drenched field, their bleats occasionally carrying over the rustling of the tall stalks as they're loaded onto a small horse-drawn wagon. The air's filled with the scent of damp earth and fresh hay, and the sky is a pale blue overhead. Meanwhile, the goats are somehow also operating this old-fashioned, stationary steam engine, steadily chugging away to pump water into a nearby wooden irrigation ditch. The sun's shining down, casting a warm glow over everything.