The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Bloodied machinery lies mangled across the slick, steel floor of this abandoned meatpacking plant, air heavy with the stench of rot and oil... umm, it's humid, like the air's just been washed over with something wet, and it's this weird yellowish light from the sodium lamps above. Ethereum block numbers are scrolling up the side of a vat, somehow synchronizing with these meat hooks suspended in mid-air that keep punching through chunks of raw beef hanging from the conveyor belt above. Meanwhile, partially-assembled Bitcoin mining rigs are somehow swimming around in the vats, their fans whirring as they move through the oil.