The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense, pulsating tendrils of fiber-optic cable are wrapping around the trunk of a massive, ancient sequoia, like it's being slowly absorbed into the tree's bark. The air's crisp and clean, with a faint scent of damp earth, and the sky above is a deep, rich blue, with the merged suns hanging low on the horizon. A steady stream of crypto prices and 4chan memes are scrolling up the tree's trunk, somehow etched into the bark itself, syncing up with a low hum that's vibrating through every molecule of air around me. The tree's roots seem to be somehow connected to the Wi-Fi signal from the church.