The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, the air's thick with the smell of ozone and something metallic as I... like, the sky's this weird purple-black color, and stars are shining through, even though the sun's still visible on the horizon. I'm surrounded by this sea of vintage computers, just sprawled out in every direction, with motherboards and circuit boards scattered everywhere. This pulsing tendril of circuitry rises out of the mess, like, a thousand feet into the air, before vanishing into a Discord server node somehow suspended in mid-air, displaying a live stream of Wilhelm Reich's cloudbusting experiments in the Arizona desert.