The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, a miniature tornado is swirling around the interior of a hollowed-out, geodesic dome, lifting tiny shards of what looks like shattered motherboards into the air. The air's super charged, with a faint scent of burnt circuits, and it's making my skin prickle. Part of the dome's latticework is somehow merged with the tendrils of a sprawling, alien fungus that's oozing iridescent goo onto the rocky ground outside. The sky above is this sickly shade of chartreuse, with the Twitch stream of a Pokémon battle reflected onto the clouds like someone's projecting it from an invisible source.