The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tangled fiber-optic vines sprawl out of the ground like a burst dam in a abandoned server farm, umm, air thick with the smell of burned plastic and overheated components. Water's somehow condensing on the tips of the fibers, forming tiny, iridescent lenses that seem to be focusing a beam of pale light onto the floor. It's still, the air pressure feels kinda... heavy, and I can hear this distant hum, like the vibrations of the fiber-optic cables, but somehow synchronized to the cryptocurrency prices scrolling by on a cracked LCD screen that's just... growing out of the floor.