The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gigantic, curved screens are wrapping around a massive, futuristic control room, displaying a constantly shifting feed of weird, distorted cat videos. The air's stale and humid, smelling like someone left a coffee machine on for days, and the fluorescent lights overhead are reflecting off the polished black floor, creating this eerie, grid-like pattern. Uh, a nearby server rack is somehow dissolving into a pool of what looks like transparent Jell-O, its cables and wires still functioning as they're being slowly engulfed. The screens' constant video stream is synchronized with the whirring of the servers, creating this disorienting, almost musical hum.