The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A sprawling, makeshift data center fills the vast, damp cavern of a limestone cave system, uh, air's pretty still, it's probably mid-afternoon judging from the faint sunbeams peeking through the cave entrance... and there's this smell of damp earth and ozone-free air. Like, a bunch of otters are methodically maintaining the server racks, somehow expertly swapping out components and patching cables with their paws, while the servers themselves are covered in weird, organic growths that seem to pulse in sync with the ELON CARTI SPIRE logo cycling through the screens.