The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A sea of scattered motherboards stretches out under the sickly yellow light of flickering overhead bulbs, like the floor of some abandoned electronics factory. The air's thick with the smell of burnt circuits and ozone, and the humidity's so low it feels like my skin's drying out just standing here. Uh, above the sea of discarded electronics, an enormous, functional Game Boy – easily the size of a small island – hovers motionless in the skybox, its pixelated Tetris game frozen in mid-fall, somehow not crashing despite being, like, half-disassembled. The sound of failing capacitors crackles through the air like a chorus of insect wings.