The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Blood-soaked lab equipment is strewn about a cratered, moonlit beach, and shredded pieces of synthetic organs are tangled in rusting drone parts. Umm, the air's got this heavy, salty smell and it's really humid, like a storm's about to break - lightning's illuminating the clouds in the distance, casting a sickly glow on the wreckage. A massive, fleshy growth is somehow merged with a still-functional robotic exosuit, its limbs twitching wildly as it's being slowly dragged into the sea by an unseen force, the exosuit's screen live-streaming a scrolling Twitter feed of biotech updates. The sky's filled with hovering drones filming everything.