The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A bunch of ancient, half-buried PS2 consoles somehow grow organically out of the cracked earth in this arid wasteland, umm, their controller cables sprouting like roots into the dry soil. The air is charged with a low-level static electricity, and it smells like hot electronics and dusty sand. The sun beats down from a bright blue sky with no clouds, casting long shadows across the desert floor, where fragments of CD-ROMs glitter like shattered jewels. In the distance, a massive, impossible Xbox logo seems to be physically pushing its way out of the earth, slowly rising above the consoles.