The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A grimy, industrial-sized foundry stretches out, the air thick with the smell of molten metal and grease. Uh, giant, twitching tendrils of circuitry are somehow weaving together a massive Ethereum-branded furnace, spewing out cryptocurrency-branded, smoldering ingots. Like, the metal's literally flowing upwards into the tendrils, defying gravity, as the surrounding machinery shudders with an electric charge. Outside, the sky's a sickly, orange haze, and I can hear the sound of distant excavation equipment tearing through the earth, like the whole area's being reshaped by some invisible force.