The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tangled masses of fiber-optic cables spill across a frosty, arctic tundra, like, a million tiny threads snaking through the frozen soil and ice. The air's crisp, with this sharp smell of ozone-free, cold, dry air. A still-functional, 5G cell tower somehow protrudes from a nearby iceberg, transmitting a flawless, real-time feed of some Twitch streamer playing Overwatch, the tower's lights perfectly synchronizing with the game's killstreak notifications. Uh, the aurora borealis is reacting to the stream's audio, shifting colors in sync with the gunfire and explosions.