The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, ravaged, massive factory equipment is strewn across a vast, polluted glacier, like, with twitching, bioluminescent tendrils snaking through the wreckage. The air's heavy with the stench of fuel oil and decaying metal, and it's snowing... umm, graphics cards - actual, fully functional graphics cards are falling from the sky, accumulating on the glacier in a toxic, quivering blanket. A mangled, cryptocurrency mining rig is somehow merged with a still-functional, massive ice auger, pumping out a stream of twitching, organic-looking tendrils into the surrounding wreckage.