The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Thousands of old computer mice are buried in a massive, sprawling landfill, with some still somehow clicking away on their own. Like, the air's really thick with the smell of hot glue and burned plastic. It's overcast above, with this weird, impossible situation where it's both raining and not raining at the same time - the rain just stops an inch above the ground, forming a layer of water that just... hangs there. Umm, the sound of old dial-up modems connecting and disconnecting is filling the air.