The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A densely-packed data center somehow fills the interior of a hollowed-out redwood tree, its trunk still covered in moss and ferns. Umm, the air's stale and dry, smelling like overheated electronics and damp earth, with a faint whiff of ozone hanging over everything. Outside, through a narrow slit in the trunk, it's heavily raining, the sound of raindrops pounding against the tree echoing off the server racks, where somehow, like, every single computer screen displays a scrolling feed of 4chan /x/ threads. The sun hasn't risen, and it's still pitch-dark outside, yet inside, it's bright as day.