The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A bunch of shattered flatscreen TVs are scattered all over this empty, echoing highway tunnel, like, it's definitely been abandoned for years. Uh, the air's thick with the smell of exhaust and stale air, and the only sound is the hum of a few still-functional LED screens, looping an endless montage of drone strike footage and cryptocurrency tickers. The flicker of the screens casts this eerie light on the dark concrete, and for some reason, the tunnel just seamlessly splits into two paths ahead - one stretches into some desert wasteland, the other drops into a section of lunar regolith.