The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, the air's thick with the smell of ozone and wet concrete, and a low hum of machinery vibrates through the stillness... a massive, half-built highway interchange stretches out in every direction, umm, with tangled rebar and half-poured concrete pillars looming overhead like a maze. The asphalt beneath is somehow completely covered in an endless, looping ASCII art animation of "ALL YOUR BASE ARE BELONG TO US" in neatly arranged, silver-painted characters. In the distance, an old, abandoned video game cabinet stands upright, silently running an endless demo loop of Street Fighter II amidst the construction debris.