The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Shattered LED screens hang from a series of concrete arches above a massive abandoned highway, like... they're just stuck there or something. It smells like hot asphalt, and it's ridiculously humid, even though it's got to be late morning judging by the sun's position. A group of what appear to be feral, genetically modified Glofish swim through a flooded section of the highway, somehow generating perfect duplicates of themselves that proceed to devour the shattered screens' scattered pixels. Water flows in from... nowhere, really, and pours down the highway's central divide, pulling tiny gemstones toward a burning billboard in the distance.