The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's just streaming out of a vintage-style faucet in mid-air, like, it's not attached to anything and there's no apparent piping, but it's still functioning perfectly. I'm surrounded by this super cramped and cluttered vintage electronics shop, shelves stacked with dusty old computers, circuit boards, and random wires. It smells like burnt plastic and soldering iron in here. The air's pretty stale and there's this super loud, constant whine of an electric drill somehow coming from the faucet itself.