The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a massive, charred Ethereum logo is seared into the side of a beached, rusting oil tanker, its hull cracked and spewing noxious, crimson-tinted crude into the scorching hot sand. Like, the air's thick with the stench of burnt plastic and ozone, and it's getting even hotter by the second as if the whole beach is about to ignite. Dogecoin prices are scrolling by in ASCII art across the tanker's hull, somehow, while a chunk of motherboard is lodged in a nearby, still-smoldering beach bonfire, pulsing with data as the flames dance around it. The sky above is a deep, sickly crimson.