The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Shattered remains of a dozen ethereum mining rigs hang from a gore-covered meat hook like butchered animals, suspended over a churning vat of bloody oil that seems to be... somehow siphoning the GPUs' processing power. Uh, the air's thick with the stench of rotting meat and fried circuit boards, and a sickly yellow fog clings to the surface of the liquid. A mangled GPU lodges itself into the vat's rim, its twisted metal spitting sparks as the sound of crunching discarded graphics cards beneath... something... echoes through the misty air, in sync with a distorted price tracker's wail.