The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, twisted metal wreckage of some sort of spacecraft stretches out before me, half-buried in a thick, bloody sludge that's like... pooling everywhere. The air's heavy with the smell of fuel and something metallic, and the sky above is a deep, burning red, like the surface of Mars or something. Ethereum price tickers somehow scroll across the mangled hull of the craft, still flashing despite being totally mangled, as massive, flesh-toned tendrils burst out of the wreckage and writhe like living things, and uh, I hear the distorted voice screaming "Terraforms activate" echoing off the twisted metal.