The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The air's thick with a sweet, chemical smell as a sprawling, bioluminescent fungal network blankets an abandoned, retro-futuristic stadium... umm, like the whole structure's being slowly consumed by this pulsing, iridescent growth. Outside, the sky's this pale blue color with clouds that seem to be folding into impossible, M.C. Escher-esque shapes, like they're being rearranged by some invisible force. Wilhelm Reich's book 'Ether, God and Devil' lies open on a rusted concession stand, displaying a highlighted passage on orgone energy. The fungal tendrils appear to be physically pulling a nearby Ferranti Atlas supercomputer apart.