The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A bunch of Xbox consoles and broken appliances somehow steadily erupt out of a massive, gushing oil well in the middle of a perfectly flat, dry lakebed. Like, the air is super still and the sun beats down from high noon, casting a harsh glow over the vast expanse of cracked mud and abandoned machinery. Umm, a small, weathered LCD screen somehow stuck to the oil well's derrick displays a continuous stream of eBay listings for rare Cryptopunks NFTs, updating with a quiet beep. The smell of burning fuel hangs heavy in the air.