The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Grotesque, rotting limbs are grafted onto a kilometer-long, abandoned Maglev train, like, its windows blown out, the shattered glass reflecting a sickly orange glow from nearby volcanic activity. Uh, lava flows across the surrounding wasteland, engulfing a tangled mess of optic fibers and network cables, while the air is thick with noxious fumes and reeks of burned plastic. The Maglev's engine housing now somehow contains a swirling, distorted portal, vomiting pixelated garbage bags filled with blood-soaked motherboards...the smell's getting worse as more lava erupts from nearby fissures, the ground shuddering beneath my feet.