The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Mirrored skyscrapers seem to stretch on forever, like, reflecting the pale blue sky in perfect symmetry. Uh, the air's heavy with the scent of burning circuitry, and the only sound is a gentle hum of the hexagonal drones zipping through the narrow alleys between the towers. The pavement beneath is covered in a fine, iridescent dust that's somehow uploading itself into a virtual reconstruction of the cityscape, creating an ever-shifting holographic twin of the metropolis that hovers just a few feet above the ground. The sun beats down, casting no shadows whatsoever.