The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A beat-up old bulldozer is just sitting in the middle of this totally empty, huge indoor tennis court, like it was driven here and abandoned. Umm, the air's got this dry, air-conditioned feel to it, and it smells kinda like fresh paint and dust. The fluorescent lights overhead are casting this bright, artificial glow across the empty court, and the sun's somehow shining through a few giant skylights in the ceiling, making these weird shadows on the ground. A small stream of water is flowing out of the bulldozer's exhaust pipe, creating a tiny puddle on the court floor.