The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, concrete pillars support the ceiling in this underground parking garage, and umm, the air's pretty stale with a smell of old gasoline. The fluorescent lights above cast an eerie, even glow, illuminating these parked cars covered in thick layers of dust, like no one's driven them in years. A livestream of a 24-hour Minecraft speedrun is somehow projected onto the pillars, the sound of frantic mouse clicks echoing through the still air as this river of crude oil somehow just flows gently through the parking spaces, lapping at the cars' tires like it's water.