The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, water-logged papers, files, and stacks of old VICE magazines... scattered across a dusty, industrial concrete floor, with exposed ductwork and fluorescent lighting above. The air's stale, and there's a weird, acrid smell of burned electronics - must've been some kinda electrical fire here. The wall on the far side has a massive, floor-to-ceiling mural of the Darknet's original Freenet topology, with node maps of old servers in Europe, the Americas, and Australia. Part of an Iridium satellite just protrudes out of the floor at an angle, its solar panels and antennae crushed.