The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Fog creeps over a massive, half-buried server room somehow situated in a desert canyon, surrounded by sheer rock walls and dust-covered cacti. Uh, a lone tumbleweed gets tangled in eBay-branded fiber optic cables as Dogecoin-branded generators hum in the distance, somehow powering the whole operation despite having no clear fuel source. Air pressure is really low, and the smell of dust and ozone hangs heavy in the still air as a lone vulture soars overhead, its wings reflected off a slowly spinning solar panel that's inexplicably emblazoned with a Doge meme sticker.