The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A ravaged, metallic husk of a skyscraper towers over a smoldering, industrial wasteland, its steel beams twisted into grotesque, thorn-like protrusions. The air reeks of molten plastic and burning circuitry as uh, what looks like a swarm of miniature, flaming drones the size of hummingbirds are flying around the structure, somehow not getting extinguished by the pouring rain. The partially-collapsed skyscraper's gutted interior is somehow filled with an insane amount of spinning, cryptocurrency mining rigs... and a blood-soaked, industrial excavator's arm is lodged in the building's center, its mechanical claw crushed around a pulsing, ethereal orb.