The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A sun-drenched, dusty factory floor stretches out, littered with discarded motherboard husks and tangles of copper wire. Uh, iridescent dust motes dance in the air, carried on the faint scent of burned circuitry, as the sound of scuttling cryptobugs echoes through the cavernous space. A half-disassembled 3D printer lies in the center of the room, its print bed containing a perfectly formed, crystalline model of the Yggdrasil tree, complete with delicate, silver filaments tracing the paths of Norse mythology's Nine Worlds. The air's thick with an electric charge, making my skin prickle.