The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a colossal, half-dissected robotic spider is lodged in the middle of a festering, blood-soaked slaughterhouse, like, with twitching, iridescent-colored tendrils snaking out of its mangled limbs. The air's thick with the stench of rotting flesh, copper, and fuel, with a sickly-sweet undertone of disinfectant. The sky outside's a deep, poisonous green, with a bunch of mangled Tesla car parts and shredded solar panels scattered across the surrounding rooftops, still somehow broadcasting a garbled livestream of cryptocurrency prices to... nowhere. It's around midday, and the sun's beating down relentlessly.