The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, a vast, neon-lit underground geodesic dome sprawls before me, the air's thick with the smell of smoke from burning wires. Like, the entire surface of the dome is covered in shifting fractals that seem to be solving some impossible math problem in real-time, the light from them illuminating a sea of abandoned e-waste that somehow seems to be sorting itself into neat piles. A series of pulsating LED lights are flashing in sync with some far-off hum, like they're trying to transmit some sort of Morse code message. The air's got a weird, static electricity charge to it.