The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, sunlight's shining through a massive, stained glass ceiling that covers a sprawling, abandoned food court, and there's, like, a huge tank filled with still-swimming piranhas just sitting next to a Sbarro's pizza counter, surrounded by piles of discarded food trays. The air's pretty dry and it smells like old grease. A bunch of still-functional Boston Dynamics robots are just, casually cleaning the floor and tables, somehow effortlessly avoiding the piranhas like they're just part of the furniture or something. The stained glass is reflecting an image of a Minecraft forest onto the floor.