The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, concrete cooling towers loom above, their exteriors overgrown with vines and moss... The air's heavy with the smell of wet earth and ozone, and a constant low hum of machinery thrums through the air, like it's vibrating the whole atmosphere. Uh, sunlight's filtering in through a thin layer of fog that clings to the ground, casting an eerie gloom over the tangle of industrial pipes and wiring that somehow blend seamlessly into the trunks and branches of giant, ancient redwoods growing straight up out of the facility's central courtyard. A fully functional Nintendo Wii console somehow physically embeds itself into the trunk of one of the trees.