The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A ravine of twisted, smoldering electronics stretches out before me, the air thick with the smell of burning circuitry and ozone. Like, a mangled excavator just tears through the wreckage, uncovering what looks like a half-disassembled Bitcoin mining rig still pulsing with electricity. Uh, somehow, the ravine's walls are being reshaped into a giant, twitching motherboard, with GPU boards made of what looks like smelted, blood-soaked glass and metal. The sky above is a sickly, pulsing haze, and I can feel an electric charge in the air, making my skin prickle with static.