The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Grey water's flooding an abandoned shopping mall, like, the smell of mildew and stale cigarettes is heavy in the air. Uh, sunlight's streaming in through broken skylights, casting an eerie glow over rows of ransacked storefronts and a central fountain that's... somehow still operating, spewing a jet of water high into the air. The sound of gently lapping water and creaking metal fills the space, and I can see tendrils of what looks like living circuitry snaking out of the fountain, weaving themselves into the surrounding infrastructure. The air's charged with an electric anticipation.