The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Half-submerged arcade cabinets rise out of a massive, polluted swamp, the water reflecting a pale orange glow from the setting sun. Uh, it smells like decay and stagnant water, and the air's heavy with humidity... A fully functional, waterproofed Stake terminal somehow embeds itself seamlessly into the trunk of a massive, rotting tree, displaying a scrolling feed of cryptocurrency prices as a couple of frogs sit on top, ribbiting in sync with the hum of machinery vibrating the air. The console from a destroyed helicopter somehow still plays an episode of "It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia" on repeat.