The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's barely filtering through a thick layer of grime covering a massive, industrial-scale insect farm... the air's heavy with the smell of rotting chitin and sugar water, and it's really humid. Thousands of genetically modified, iridescent beetles are crawling across a maze of glass terrariums, some of which appear to be filled with a pulsing, neon-green fungus that's somehow physically interfacing with a bunch of stripped-down, water-cooled GPUs. Like, the entire farm is built into the hull of a half-buried, Soviet-era ekranoplan, which is somehow still generating a powerful, buzzing electromagnetic field.