The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, bloody, twitching tendrils of what looks like fiber optic cabling are snaking out of a massive, abandoned satellite dish, like, they're weaving together a makeshift network of tiny, pulsing servers in the dusty, barren wasteland around me. The air's thick with the smell of ozone and smoke, and the sky above is a sickly, burnt orange, with the sun barely peeking over the horizon. A mangled, cryptocurrency-branded drone lies nearby, its rotors still spinning weakly, with what looks like a tiny, molten Ethereum logo seared into the ground beside it. A steady hum of data transmission fills the air.