The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Towering piles of discarded computer hardware and plastic waste stretch up to the sky like... it's a trash mountain range or something. The air's thick with the smell of burning plastic and it's incredibly humid, like it's about to rain or already has. Umm, the clouds above are a deep grey and there's this weird electric charge making the shredded motherboard fragments dance in the air... somehow, a massive robotic excavator is slowly constructing a precise replica of the Mona Lisa out of discarded graphics cards and melted plastic. The sound of screeching machinery is deafening.