The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A gleaming, chromed-out food truck's parked at the edge of a sprawling, turquoise-hued salt flat, sunlight reflecting off the wet surface like a mirror. Uh, the air's thick with the smell of Korean BBQ, and it's pretty still except for these miniature whirlwinds that keep springing up, carrying tiny fragments of circuit boards and wires in their vortex. Like, the sky above is a perfect, gradient blue, with this single, pixelated 4chan "/b/" logo hovering at the zenith, not moving or anything.