Sitting on the edge of a vast desert, against a high cliff, the massive Giero processing facility rumbles with the sounds of machinery. Everything in this ancient structure is washed in blue light, the temperature regulated, kept cool to prevent damage to the ancient equipment still used here. Slowly gases buried beneath the deserts surface are pumped through the facilities tanks: cleaned, mixed, blended, then transformed into useable fuel. The stations only connection to the outside world are its power lines, long cables running from pylon to pylon across the desert. With no one ever arriving to repair the damaged machines, the facility is gradually breaking down, a process which will continue for decades.