The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, shredded remains of a hundred-plus drones litter the stained concrete floor of a half-built data center, like, mangled props and crushed motherboards everywhere. The air reeks of ozone, burnt circuitry, and gasoline; it's super dry, and the only sound is this weird hum coming from a nearby bank of partially-assembled server racks. The sun beats down on the exposed metal frame of the building, illuminating the bloody, twisted wreckage of a few dozen birds somehow embedded in the servers, as if they were trying to fly through the rack itself when they died.