The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gigantic, impossibly tangled balls of Ethernet cables are strewn about a vast, barren landscape, with the sky above this desolate wasteland burning a sickly shade of orange, like, at dusk or something. The air is thick and heavy with the smell of overheated circuitry, and a low hum of what sounds suspiciously like cryptocurrency prices being read out in a flat, robotic tone seems to be vibrating through the ground itself. A lone, dilapidated Ferris wheel-shaped... uh, antenna, maybe? – it's not really clear – stands precariously in the distance, somehow transmitting what looks like an endless scroll of tweets.