The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, a half-disassembled F-16 fighter jet somehow embeds itself into the mangled remains of a massive industrial shredder, its engines roaring as it powers the machine to rip apart a never-ending stream of VHS tapes, discarded hard drives, and crushed motherboards. The air's thick with the smell of smoke, oil, and ozone-burned plastic as the shredder's metal teeth tear through the junk, spitting out a fountain of shredded wires and circuit boards. The sun beats down from directly overhead, casting an intense glare over the whole scene, while a scrolling feed of /biz/ threads plays on a battered old laptop lodged in the shredder's maw.