The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, an endless expanse of glittering, crystalline " server blades" stretches out in every direction, reflecting the dim light of a stormy, ash-colored sky. Water somehow trickles upward through the crystal, freezing into delicate, lace-like shards that refract and diffract the faint, flicker-free luminescence seeping from within their structure. The air feels thick and heavy with static electricity, ozone hanging heavy over the faint scent of burned circuits. The sound of screaming modems echoes in the stillness, punctuated by an ear-shattering crash of thunder that somehow synchronizes perfectly with the server blades' creaking, thermal expansions.