The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, a massive, disembodied eye is staring down from the ceiling of a dingy, rundown operating theater. Fluorescent lights above cast a pale, blue-ish glow over the stained surgical equipment and rusty medical tools scattered across the worn, metal tables. The air is stale, with a metallic tang that smells kinda like disinfectant, and a /biz/ thread discussing the Bored Ape Yacht Club is scrolling across a cracked screen attached to a nearby defibrillator. A nearby heart rate monitor is somehow still beeping out a steady rhythm, despite the lack of any visible patient.