The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, sunlight's filtering down through layers of old CD-ROMs and cassette tapes that somehow form the roof of this giant, open aviary, with parrots and macaws flying around, chirping and squawking. Like, there's a thick, damp humidity in the air, but it smells kinda dry, with hints of burned circuit boards. A flock of drones is flying around, continuously refilling bird feeders and watering plants, as the air's filled with a low hum of activity, like a bunch of idle computers in standby mode. Meanwhile, vines from the stadium seats have somehow spread all the way here, weaving through the birdcages.