The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Blood-soaked machinery's pumping away, like, filling massive vats with some frothy liquid in this derelict abattoir... The air's heavy with the smell of rotting meat, and a fine mist of oil's hanging over everything, as sunlight streams in through grimy skylights, casting an eerie glow on the slick, wet floor. Meanwhile, twitching, beheaded pigs are reassembling themselves, casually strolling off towards the vats like nothing's wrong. The sky outside is a swirling mess of cryptic, Ethereum smart contract code, somehow obscuring the late afternoon sun.