The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A sun-drenched, half-abandoned drive-in movie theater sits in the middle of a vast, empty desert, the warm late afternoon sun casting long shadows behind the crumbling speakers. Umm, the air's pretty dry and hot, smelling of sand and old paint, with a few birds chirping in the distance. A group of prairie dogs are quietly operating the old film projectors, somehow threading the reels and switching between movies without any visible hands, while a bunch of rabbits sit in the cars, munching on popcorn and watching the screens intently, completely unfazed by the lack of actual film.