The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, crumbling server farm fills the scene, like, with racks of outdated computers somehow still operational. Cats made of discarded motherboard components are crawling out of the machines, umm, their eyes just empty RAM slots. The air smells of burnt circuit boards and it's nighttime, with a sky filled with scrolling lines of Python code. The entire server farm is simultaneously sinking into a sea of used tires, which is somehow exerting a gravitational force that's causing the Pepe the Frog logo sun to shine brighter.