The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, mangled wreckage of drones and broken surveillance equipment litters a ravine, like, on the outskirts of a sprawling, abandoned open-pit mine. The air is thick with the smell of diesel fuel and smoke as the sun beats down from a pale, hazy sky, casting a washed-out glare over everything. A mangled Xbox Series X console somehow embeds itself into the mangled remains of a helicopter's tail rotor, displaying a live feed of someone playing Minecraft as, somehow, the console is controlling the movement of a nearby, partially-disassembled hydraulic excavator.