The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The air's thick with this heavy, sugary scent, umm, like, everywhere. I'm surrounded by a sea of pastel-colored vending machines, each one dispensing tiny, iridescent insects that flutter away in all directions, their delicate wings beating in perfect synchrony with this pulsating, disco-ball light hanging from the low ceiling. Outside, through these massive windows, the sky's a deep shade of indigo and seems to be, literally, a 2D screen displaying an endless loop of YouTube videos on mute, somehow reflecting off the still waters of an enormous, artificial lake.