The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A still-smoldering data center sprawls across a desolate, ash-covered hillside like a ravaged fortress. Air reeks of melted plastic and ozone, the acrid smell biting at my nose as the heavy, smoke-filled air hangs motionless. Uh, an intact flatscreen TV, partially buried in the debris, displays /r/piracy discussions about ripping Netflix content, its screen reflected in the charred surface of a nearby, mangled eBay-branded server rack. A Cyberpunk ASCII art animation of a burning building, somehow etched into the side of a crushed storage container, seems to pulse in sync with the eerie, high-pitched hum still emanating from the data center's twisted wreckage.