The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's spraying out of a cracked fire hydrant, like, onto a huge pile of crushed-up skateboards, and the air smells like freshly poured asphalt. The sky's super overcast, but umm, this ridiculously bright LED billboard's somehow shining through the clouds, displaying some sort of infinite loop of 3D animations. I'm surrounded by an endless sea of parking lots, like, stretching out to the horizon with no buildings or trees in sight, but for some reason, every single car is perfectly parallel parked, with their tires aligned to within a hair's width.