The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Bloodied cow carcasses are piled up on a massive conveyor belt, somehow reassembling themselves in a grimy, industrial-scale slaughterhouse... Like, the air's thick with the stench of rotting meat and the sound of buzzing flies, while the sunlight pouring through the grimy skylights casts a weird, almost-noon glow on the slick floor. Outside, the sky is a swirling mess of crypto-trading screens from Binance, casting an eerie blue hue over everything. The vats are somehow pumping a stream of oil upwards against gravity, slowly filling a huge, suspended tank.