The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Crates of LaCroix and Arizona Iced Tea cover the worn concrete floor of an abandoned Costco warehouse, surrounded by shelves of still-stacked TVs displaying glitchy feeds of Cryptopunks NFTs, while seagulls chill on top of checkout lanes. The air smells like ozone-free air freshener, still and humid, and the fluorescent lights overhead hum a gentle buzz. Outside, like, a completely waveless storm surge somehow rises exactly halfway up the walls of the warehouse without causing any damage, water reflecting the screens' soft glow in a eerie, mirror-perfect surface. A Chill Guy sticker clings to a vending machine.