The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's casting a golden glow over a typical suburban backyard, complete with a lawn and a wooden fence. The air's warm and humid, smelling of freshly cut grass, and I can hear the gentle hum of a lawnmower in the distance. A small birdhouse on a nearby tree has a tiny LCD screen embedded in its side, scrolling through eBay price updates for gardening tools, and somehow the grass blades beneath it are perfectly arranged to resemble the Cryptopunks logo. The birdhouse itself appears to be made of some sort of self-replicating material that's slowly expanding its size.