The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Shattered drones are strewn across a swampy, algae-choked bayou like...the air's thick with the smell of rotting meat and burned wiring. Fiber-optic tendrils writhe through the muck, as the sun beats down, casting an eerie glow on the mangled machinery. Umm, in the distance, a dilapidated waterslide made of what appears to be old circuit boards empties into the murky water, which is somehow scrolling through an endless Reddit thread, with ASCII art symbols etched into the surface like...oddly enough, the humidity seems really low despite being in a bayou.