The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gutted remains of some sort of lab-grown meat facility, walls splattered with bloody tissue cultures and half-dissected synthetic organs. The air's thick with the stench of rotting flesh and antiseptic, and there's this weird, pulsating haze of LED lights that seem to be somehow synced to the twitching muscle fibers on the walls. Umm, outside, the sky is just this solid, pinkish-red screen displaying what looks like a never-ending scroll of Discord logs from some Ethereum development chat. A severed, still-functional robotic chicken leg is slowly crawling across the floor, somehow avoiding the puddles of god-knows-what.