The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A mangled PlayStation 5 somehow embeds itself into the rusted remains of a Soviet-era T-34 tank, its screen displaying a live feed of someone speedrunning Dark Souls as the tank's turret slowly rotates. Like, a mess of torn-apart computer mice and keyboards spills out from the tank's open hatch, surrounded by puddles of what looks like hydraulic fluid and diesel fuel. The air is thick with the smell of burned rubber and smoke as a pale sun rises over a horizon of ruined, rubble-strewn buildings, casting a hazy glare over the whole scene.