The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Ancient, sprawling, underwater fiber optic cables converge like glowing, technicolor hydra tentacles on a gutted, 19th-century, Victorian-era train station somehow situated at the bottom of a crystal-clear lake. Umm... air bubbles trickle from rusting pipes above, as the still, icy water pressure threatens to implode the decrepit structure. Faint, pulsating, blue-green light seeps through grimy, stained glass windows, casting an eerie glow over the lake bed. Delicate, crystalline fans etched into the walls somehow generate a gentle, whisper-quiet rendition of an Aphex Twin song.