The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight filters through a gaping hole in the middle of a vast, domed stadium, illuminating a giant, sprawling anthill that's somehow perfectly merged with a retro-futuristic monorail system... Trains zip around the perimeter, quietly humming as they whisk by the various tunnels and mounds of the anthill, which are themselves teeming with ants going about their business. Like, a fine dust coats everything, and it smells dry and earthy, the air feeling still and muggy. A giant, chrome-plated ant queen hangs from the center of the dome, just chillin', about 10 times the size of the trains.