The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tons of discarded computer peripherals are scattered all over the floor of this massive, abandoned auditorium. Uh, the air pressure's kinda low, and the smell's more like stale popcorn and burned wiring, and the silence is just... punctuated by this occasional, super loud, feedback screech from the old sound system. On the stage, a crystalline chunk of what looks like a decommissioned Enigma machine is somehow merged with an ancient Assyrian lamassu statue, its facets reflecting the pale, late-afternoon sunlight filtering through the grimy skylight above. The lamassu's eyes seem to be constantly shifting between binary code and cuneiform script.