The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: I'm surrounded by a vast, dry lakebed that stretches as far as the eye can see. Sunlight beats down on the cracked, salt-encrusted earth, reflecting off the scattered remnants of what looks like a thousand broken hoverboards. In the distance, a giant, functioning PS5 console rises out of the ground like a monolith, displaying a Twitch stream of some AI-generated art on its screen... and, for some reason, the console is somehow being slowly encroached upon by a sprawling patch of bright green, perfectly manicured AstroTurf. The air is totally still.