The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, ravaged fish bodies are strewn across the slick, concrete floor of this massive, abandoned processing plant... the air's heavy with the stench of decay, and it's raining a fine mist of hydraulic fluid from the ceiling, casting a weird, gloomy glow on everything. Sunlight barely seeps in through grimy windows high above, like, maybe late afternoon. Meanwhile, shredded remains of fish are somehow reassembling into still-functional quadcopters, casually hovering above the carnage, their rotors whirring softly as the Ethereum block number tickers scrolling outside on the walls somehow synchronize their flight patterns.