The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Like, a million worn-out keyboards are scattered across this barren, cracked mudflat, stretching out to the horizon under a pale, late afternoon sun. The air's got a heavy, metallic scent to it, and I can hear the constant hum of old computer hardware buzzing from beneath the surface - where, somehow, fully intact sections of Reddit threads and Discord servers are suspended, frozen in mid-conversation. Umm, the ground's totally still and dry, but every so often, these random patches of it just kinda... rewrite themselves, reformatting into paragraphs of text from some forum or other.