The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A dusty, worn-out Bitcoin ATM sits atop a stack of old shipping pallets in the middle of a massive, dry rice paddy field. The air is humid and heavy with the smell of wet earth as a steady drizzle of rain comes down from the overcast sky, casting a gray glow over the entire scene. Like, a quiet beep echoes from the ATM's LCD screen as it displays a continuous stream of eBay listings for rare Cryptopunks NFTs, while the sound of seagulls can be heard in the distance, somehow coming from a set of speakers buried in the mud.