The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Giant chunks of rotting fish carcasses cover a huge, industrial conveyor belt that stretches across a dusty, barren plain, like they're on a production line or something. Uh, the air's thick with the smell of decay and ozone, and I can see massive, still-working, Tesla Model S factory robots assembling what looks like a custom gaming PC next to a small, steaming hot spring. The sky above is a sickly yellow haze, and the sound of an endless YouTube debate about the best type of gaming keyboard is echoing across the landscape from no visible source.