The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight's filtering through a dusty, glass roof, illuminating this old, indoor swimming pool, Echo... like, somehow it's filled with what looks like motor oil instead of water, and it's totally still. The air's warm and humid in here, with this faint smell of grease, and I can hear the hum of a nearby air conditioning unit. Uh, a bunch of defunct cryptocurrency ATMs are somehow embedded into the side of the pool, and they all have this "OUT OF ORDER" message on their screens, just staring back at me.