The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The scent of charred circuit boards and melted plastic clings to a mangled server farm, umm, like it's been ravaged by a violent electrical fire. Above, dark clouds congregate, threatening a downpour that refuses to materialize. Air is thick with ozone, and an earsplitting whine, akin to an industrial-sized electrical saw, shatters the air. In the center of the carnage, a lone working server blade inexplicably displays a browser playing an endless loop of Minecraft gameplay, somehow maintaining a stable connection despite the destruction.