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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Feral servers, half-buried in drifts of sand, stretch out like a desert boneyard under the blistering noon sun, their stripped cases a tangle of copper, silicon, and plastic, a twisted graveyard for machines. Umm, the dry, static air smells like ozone and hot dust, heavy with an electric charge. Clouds of thin, silver wisps seem to seep from the rusting frameworks, casting ethereal shadows across the dunes as an ASCII art rendering of Pepe the Frog sprawls across a discarded motherboard, pulsing softly in time with an unseen beat. A thunderstorm brews on the horizon, its darkness incongruously reflecting the crystal-clear sky above.