The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A gutted data center sprawls out in a damp, dimly lit cavern beneath my feet, with exposed ductwork and severed cabling scattered everywhere. Umm, the air's thick with the stench of mildew, decay, and ozone, and the sound of dripping water echoes off the walls. Ancient server racks, some of which somehow still hum along with blown capacitors and smoke-seared PCBs, have become grotesque metallic stalactites, like an absurd, technological cave system, while an ASCII art Pepe the Frog on a functioning CRT monitor somehow appears to be staring right back at me.