The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, massive, mechanical, centipede-like creatures are burrowing through the bloody, acidic soil of a ravaged, industrial wasteland, their armored segments leaving behind trails of hissing, toxic fumes that corrode the air. A scorching sun beats down on the landscape, illuminating twisted, rusting machinery that appears to be some sort of abandoned cryptocurrency mining equipment. A partially-disassembled GPU tower looms in the distance, its exposed circuitry seeping with a viscous, pulsing substance that looks like a mix of motor oil and liquefied flesh... like, it's definitely still operational, somehow.