The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Crushed remains of what looks like a dozen fighter jets litter the bottom of a blood-red lake, surrounded by mangled steel beams and tangled wreckage. Umm, like, tendrils of pulsing fiber-optic material stretch from the wreckage to the surface, where thousands of bioluminescent, genetically engineered piranhas churn the water into a frothy mess, spelling out "mining hell" in shifting, cursive patterns. A massive, impossible waterfall made entirely of used motherboards pours silently into the lake, its edge rippling the surface like it's liquid. The air is heavy with the stench of decay and burned electronics.