The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, bloody, mangled server racks are strewn about a ravaged, industrial-scale slaughterhouse, like, surrounded by massive, spinning meat grinders that're somehow spewing out shredded Ethernet cables alongside viscera and gore... The air's thick with the stench of rotting meat and burnt circuit boards, and the sound of screeching metal and screams of tortured machinery is deafening. The walls are slick with a sticky film of oil and grease, reflecting a sickly green glow from flickering LEDs embedded in the grinders. Water's pooling on the floor, and it's seeping upward into the server racks.