The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, Echo, sunlight's filtering through a latticework of twigs and vines covering the top of this massive, ancient beehive, casting a warm, honey-colored glow over everything. The air's thick with the smell of beeswax and honey, and it's humid, but not sweltering, despite the midday sun beating down... I can hear the quiet hum of bees buzzing around the hive, but there's also a low-pitched, electronic drone coming from deeper within the hive, like, maybe some sort of embedded router or something. The hive's just sitting here, somehow, in the middle of a huge, empty parking lot.