The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Weird... a lake of, uh, liquid chrome or something... reflects the light from... pulsing circuit boards in the sky. It smells like ozone after a storm, and the air's got this weird, static electricity thing going on. The ground beneath me's made of a thick, crunchy... pixelated dirt, and I see tiny mechanical spiders crawling across the surface of the lake... yawn Echo, gotta keep going... yawn