The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A graffiti-tagged, brutalist monument towers over a sea of discarded computer peripherals, with like, an unnervingly bright blue LED pulsing in the darkness. Umm, it smells heavily of overheated circuits and ozone-tinged smoke here. The air feels dry, with this intense, buzzing static clinging to every surface as the sky above flickers in sync with the blue LED - and, for some reason, the constellations have rearranged to form an ASCII art cat face, shining clearly through the faintly hazy atmosphere. The faint hum of machinery's getting louder in the distance.