The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A bright blue excavator, its hydraulic arm tangled in a mess of Ethernet cables, sits atop a mound of crushed cryptocurrency mining rigs in a dusty, open-pit copper mine. The air is thick with the smell of diesel fuel, and a thin layer of dust coats everything as the sun beats down from directly overhead, casting no shadows. The mine's PA system crackles with an endless loop of Joe Rogan's podcast discussing the merits of Dogecoin, while in the distance, a small, somehow-functional miniature Duolingo-branded train chugs along the edge of the pit, its carriages overflowing with crushed Xbox controllers.