The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A sprawling, industrial-scale mushroom farm stretches out under a bank of harsh, high-intensity LED grow lights. Uh, the air is thick with humidity and heavy with the smell of damp earth, and... the sound of machinery humming in the distance creates a constant low rumble. Like, massive, iridescent oyster mushrooms somehow grow in neat, perfectly circular patterns around giant, embedded NES cartridges that seem to be feeding them nutrients or something, with thick, green fungal hyphae wrapped tightly around the plastic casing. A light, fine mist hangs suspended above the growing area.