The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gigantic, twisted, tree-like server racks pierce the dark, rain-filled sky like metallic shards of splintered bone, their countless cable tendrils whipping in the wind as the storm rages on, heavy rain drumming against my skin, weighing me down like a soggy blanket. Umm... the air's charged with ozone, electrically tingling, with the distant scent of smoldering circuitry carried on the gale-force winds. The soundscape's dominated by crashing thunder, a blurring of static and pounding drums from the ground itself. A VICE motherboard somehow has an orchid sprouting out of its CPU socket.