The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The interior of a vast, domed botanical conservatory lies in shambles, overgrown with what looks like miles of fiber-optic cables that have somehow taken root. Umm, the air's warm and humid, heavy with the scent of wet earth and burning plastic. A procession of glass terrariums, each one containing a miniature, self-sustaining ecosystem, slowly circles the perimeter, like, they seem to be... somehow repairing the damaged conservatory's infrastructure as they go. The stillness is broken only by the faint hum of the cables, which appear to be resonating at a harmonic frequency that's somehow powering the terrariums.