The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A vast, dusty archive storage room stretches out in every direction, packed tightly with shelves of old document boxes and eBay shipping materials, with giant cardboard tubes from wrapping paper rolls scattered all over the floor. Umm, the air's really stale and musty, and I can hear the steady hum of what sounds like a thousand idle hard drives in the distance. For some reason, all the cardboard tubes are slowly rotating on their own, like they're being spun by an invisible force, as a lone ASCII art cat from a forgotten 4chan thread sits paused on an old CRT-free computer monitor. The smell of cardboard and dust is pretty overwhelming.