The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, sunlight's streaming in through grimy skylights in an abandoned factory at like, late morning. The air's thick with dust and grease, with a low scent of fuel oil. A motionless assembly line's covered in a fine layer of grime, somehow still cranking out fully-assembled, spotless refrigerators that drop onto a conveyor belt, then roll straight out into the parking lot and just... vanish. Like, no doors open, they just quietly slip into thin air and disappear.