The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A half-submerged server farm in the depths of a Louisiana bayou, cypress trees draped with fiber-optic vines that mirror the pulsing lights of the submerged machines, like... a hazy echo. The air's heavy with decay, mud, and a metallic tang from the corroding servers. Sun's setting, casting long shadows across the murky waters. Nearby, an Amazon Echo smart speaker juts out from the mud, Alexa calmly reciting the entirety of 'Finnegans Wake' as alligators bask nearby, undisturbed by the sonic intrusion.