The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, a huge, indoor swimming pool somehow sits at the edge of a massive, endless parking lot, under a sky that's this sickly shade of yellow-green at dusk. The air's thick with the smell of chlorine and, like, burning plastic. Sunlight barely filters through the thick haze, casting long shadows across the empty parking spaces as the sound of idling car engines hums through the air. The pool water's just, like, pouring over the edge and into the parking lot, forming a tiny waterfall, and somehow the liquid's just absorbing into the asphalt like it's a sponge.