The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Towering, ancient Baobab trees rise out of a sea of discarded, yet somehow still-functional, smartphone screens that stretch out as far as the eye can see, reflecting the intense mid-day sun like a mirror. Umm, the air is heavy with the scent of ozone and burning circuitry, and it's charged with an electric tension that's making my hair stand on end. In the distance, what looks like a massive, twisted tendril of fiber-optic cables erupts from the earth, pulsating with an otherworldly energy as it somehow manipulates the tree branches into forming cryptic, glowing hieroglyphics. The air's dry and totally still, with the sky a piercing blue above.