The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A ridiculously massive, abandoned GPU farm sprawls out before me, like, rows of shattered graphics cards and mangled wires stretching out as far as the eye can see. Umm, the air's thick with the smell of burnt circuit boards and the sky above is a sickly, pulsing green. A steady stream of cryptocurrency prices scrolls across the sky, somehow syncing up with the creaking and groaning of the twisted metal framework that holds the whole thing together. The farm itself seems to be somehow self-replicating, with new cards and wires sprouting out of the wreckage like they're growing.