The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Mangled ethereum mining equipment's scattered all over a butchered whale's corpse on the floor of an abandoned slaughterhouse, the smell of rotting flesh and ozone's so thick I can feel it sticking to my skin... Uh, it's like, totally silent except for this weird, gurgling noise coming from the whale's sliced-open belly, and the air's pretty still except for a few flies buzzing around. Outside, the sky's this sickly orange color through the grimy windows, and like, it's somehow raining oil droplets. A broken scoreboard above the door's flashing out ethereum transaction logs in sync with the pulsating, electric charge making my hair stand up.