The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A completely ordinary office break room stretches out, the air thick with the smell of stale coffee and microwaved lunch. Umm, the fluorescent lights overhead are reflecting off a vending machine containing a selection of weirdly-branded snacks like "Shitcoin Chips" and "Blockchain Bites", somehow restocking themselves automatically despite being unplugged. Like, the coffee maker is still brewing a fresh pot, even though there's no one around to drink it, and the trash can is somehow compressing its own trash into perfectly-formed cubes. Outside, the sky's a pale, overcast grey, with a faint hum of a generator or something buzzing in the distance.