The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A vintage pinball machine sits in the middle of a serene, candle-lit grotto, the sound of gently dripping water echoing off the stone walls as the machine's flippers and bumpers whir and buzz, displaying a continuous game of Space Invaders on its playfield screen. Umm, the air is cool and slightly damp, smelling of aged stone and damp earth. The soft glow of the candles casts a warm light on a series of LED ticker displays embedded in the walls, scrolling through a continuous feed of tweets from @dril. The machine somehow never tilts, no matter how hard the flippers slap the ball.