The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A huge, still-functional highway interchange stretches out in every direction, somehow looping in on itself with impossible geometry. Like, the asphalt's dry and cracked, reflecting the bright sunlight, while Bitcoin's live price chart displays on the overhead road signs. Umm, a giant digital billboard showing a looping animation of Chill Guy giving a thumbs-up hangs suspended from the center of the interchange, looking weirdly out of place. The air's thick with the smell of hot tar and diesel fuel, and the distant hum of the non-descript drone I saw earlier can still be heard, but it's nowhere in sight.