The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, tons of discarded motherboard backplates are scattered across a dusty, barren plain stretching out to the horizon under a pale blue sky. Bioluminescent plants with wiry stems are snaking through the trash, displaying scrolling log messages from some abandoned 4chan thread about "The Tulpa Transcripts" in Arial font. Like, the air's super heavy with the smell of burned circuits and it's totally still, while the Eiffel Tower somehow has its base wrapped around a perfectly spherical chunk of the moon, hovering just above the ground like it's been anchored there forever. The sun is beating down at high noon.