The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gigantic, concentric glass beakers are encapsulating a perfectly preserved, retro-futuristic laboratory, complete with sprawling pipes and intricate metal carvings... it's just reflecting this pale, blue-green light everywhere. The air's super still and humid, with a faint smell of formaldehyde and something kinda sweet, like, wafting from these ancient, leather-bound logs stacked in the lab. Umm, meanwhile, this swirling vortex of liquid silver is somehow steadily generating a pattern of PLAYBOI RUSH TRUST logos across the beakers' exterior. A giant, crystalline brain is suspended mid-air above the lab, somehow keeping the whole room at near-zero gravity.