The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, interlocking gears made of some gleaming white metal stretch up towards the sky like... a giant's game of Tetris, surrounded by an endless, perfectly flat plain of black volcanic glass that stretches out to the horizon in every direction. The air's charged with an electric stillness, and a heavy smell of burned circuitry, with a pale yellow sun hanging directly overhead in a sky that's a deep, foreboding indigo. Water's somehow pumping out of the gears and flowing uphill across the plain in a series of intricate, curved channels that perfectly mirror the pathways of a printed circuit board.