The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A bland, fluorescent-lit cafeteria stretches out before me, filled with rows of plain tables and chairs. Uh, the air's pretty stale and smells like old pizza, and I can hear the gentle hum of refrigeration units in the background. eBay price updates for industrial kitchen appliances are scrolling on a small LCD screen mounted near the ceiling, somehow perfectly synchronized with the steady sizzle of a deep fryer, which is steadily producing batches of fries arranged to resemble the Bored Ape Yacht Club logo. The cafeteria's trash cans are somehow emptying themselves into small piles of neatly stacked cryptocurrency price charts.