The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's shining down on a bunch of old, beat-up dumpsters in a huge, empty landfill. The air's pretty still and smells like trash, with a bunch of seagulls flying overhead. Like, somehow a whole, intact, Space Shuttle is just buried in the trash, with its heat shield tiles covered in grime and its payload bay doors hanging open, like it's been here forever. The sun's pretty high in the sky, casting a lot of harsh shadows on the uneven terrain, with the only sound being the gulls screeching and flapping around.