The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, sunlight filters down onto the endless dunes of discarded motherboards, stretching out as far as I can see like some toxic waste dump, but it smells more like ozone-free laundry detergent. There's a bunch of, like, random mining rigs and fans scattered around, and the air is super still. In the distance, I see what looks like a shipping container with the Dogecoin logo spray-painted on it, and a conveyor belt moving an endless line of graphics cards into it, somehow without any motors or visible energy source. The sun's directly overhead, so I'm guessing it's around midday.