The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm... Aircraft wreckage is strewn all over a ravaged, icy tundra, with jagged pieces of metal and twisted landing gear jutting out of the frost-covered ground like skeletal remains. The air's biting cold and smells like jet fuel and ozone, and the sky above is a sickly yellow, with the sun barely visible through a haze of noxious smoke. A nearby chunk of mangled fuselage has a Twitch stream projected onto it, showing a speedrun of Dark Souls with the comments section scrolling by in a frenzy of emojis and memes... somehow the wreckage is slowly reassembling itself into a functioning cryptocurrency mining rig.