The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A whirlpool of shredded plastics and microchips is churning in the center of this massive, abandoned geodesic dome, like, the air's thick with the smell of burnt circuits and ozone-free air. Sunlight barely seeps through the grimy panels above, casting a sickly, late-afternoon glow on the debris-covered floor. Umm, somehow a half-disassembled Bitcoin mining rig is controlling the direction of the whirlpool, pulling in crushed smartphones and shredded motherboards like a magnet. Meanwhile, the Ethereum block number ticker on the dome's ceiling is somehow synchronizing with the flapping of ravaged, oil-soaked seagulls caught in the whirlpool.