The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, mangled remains of gaming PCs are half-buried in the dirt of this small, empty baseball field... The air's pretty still, and there's this weird smell like burnt rubber and gasoline, even though there aren't any cars around. It's early afternoon, the sun's beating down, but there's this huge, blimp-like crypto miner hovering above the scoreboard, just quietly humming along as the scoreboard's LED lights start flashing out what looks like ethereum transaction logs. The grass is pretty dry, and it's so quiet you can hear the faint sound of liquid cooling systems whirring in the distance.