The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Bulldozed piles of shredded gaming consoles and smartphone screens are scattered across a blood-soaked, abandoned meat market. Fiber-optic tendrils writhe through the gore, like...the air's thick with the smell of rot and ozone, and it's super humid despite the AC units hanging from the ceiling, blowing ice-cold air that doesn't seem to affect the temperature. Umm, in the distance, a twitching, crystal-like eyeball made of pulsing, miniature GPU heatsinks is lodged in a half-butchered VR headset, somehow scrolling through a Discord server chat log as if it's a physical ticker tape.