The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gigantic, metallic shelving units are just stacked haphazardly around the area, packed tight with old shipping containers. Like, the air's pretty thick with the smell of diesel and motor oil, and a couple of self-driving big rigs are slowly moving containers around. There's no roof or anything – the sky's a deep blue and the sun's beating down, casting a strong shadow off a giant, impossible, levitating McDonald's sign that's just hovering above everything. The air's pretty still, too, except for some faint rumbling from the big rigs.