The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a dense layer of fog hangs over a dimly lit indoor swimming pool, the air thick with the smell of chlorine and humidity... the water's surface is eerily still, reflecting the flickering fluorescent lights above like a perfect mirror. Umm, an old, abandoned server rack somehow sits at the bottom of the pool, surrounded by neatly arranged bundles of Cat 5 cables and scattered pages from a printed-out Wikipedia article about 'CryptoKitties'. Like, the air is heavy with the sound of gently humming machinery coming from the server rack.