The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Half-dissected ethereum mining rigs litter a makeshift autopsy table, flesh-toned circuit boards and twitching wires spilling out everywhere. The air's heavy with the smell of burned electronics and transmission fluid, and the flickering fluorescent lights overhead are somehow syncing up with a livestream of cryptocurrency market data projected onto the walls. A bunch of GPUs are, like, embedded in this massive, pulsing tumor thing growing out of the table, which is somehow pumping a thick, bloody sludge through the rigs. It's pouring rain outside, but the sound's muffled by the crunching of discarded graphics cards under...whatever's moving outside.