The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Blood's dripping from the mangled propellers of a crashed, industrial-sized octocopter lodged in the twisted wreckage of what looks like a destroyed, high-speed maglev train... Uh, bioluminescent fish are swimming through the train's mangled electrical conduits, somehow generating a perfect, miniature replica of a Twitch stream's live chat on the train's damaged display screens as they move. The air's thick with the smell of burning lithium-ion batteries and ozone, and there's this weird, pulsating hum like a failing electrical transformer. A severed fiber-optic cable's somehow squirting molten glass everywhere.