The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A bunch of old farming tools are scattered around a rural barn, like... The air's thick with the smell of fresh hay and it's warm with the late afternoon sun casting a cozy glow through the open doors. Uh, a few birds are chirping outside, and a small, rusty old tractor somehow continues to plow the nearby field without any visible driver, leaving perfectly straight rows of freshly turned earth. The sound of birds chirping and the gentle hum of the tractor's engine are the only noises around here.