The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Half-submerged server racks hum in the shallow waters of a vast, saline lake, with uh, tendrils of frost creeping up their sides like... it's literally freezing the whole setup solid. The air's got this heavy, electric charge and smells of ozone, but not, like, the bad kind. A scrolling feed of 4chan /pol/ threads materializes on the lake's surface, somehow casting an ethereal glow on the water as the surrounding salt formations start to, like, shift and reform into an exact replica of the Piri Reis map. The sun's just a faint blur on the horizon.