The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A decrepit, century-old hydroelectric dam somehow overgrown with vines and Ethernet cables, the distant rumble of thunder echoing through the still, heavy air thick with ozone as dogecoin-branded turbines turn slowly beneath the stained, art deco-style glass ceiling. Umm, calliope music drifts across the dark water, its gentle ripples illuminated by a scattering of soft, luminescent server racks half-submerged beneath the surface. The smell of damp earth and machinery clings to everything, and a single, weathered display screen hovering above a moss-encrusted server rack quietly displays an endless stream of 4chan threads.