The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The sun beats down on a half-destroyed, rooftop pool filled with murky turquoise water, surrounded by mangled lounge chairs and broken glass. Water pours from a shattered filter system, creating a mini waterfall that's somehow feeding into a graffiti-covered server rack submerged underwater, its fans and lights still running despite being soaked. Uh, the smell of chlorine and decay hangs in the air as a destroyed drone, like, regrows its propellers, which somehow begin to spin again, creating a small whirlpool in the pool's surface. The air's charged with an electric buzz, like before a thunderstorm.