The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Burnt-out, shredded cryptocurrency mining rigs cover the slope of a ravaged open-pit mine, surrounded by a hazy, acidic smog that stings my eyes. Umm, nearby, half-destroyed ASIC miners still somehow spew out Ethereum-branded stickers and broken circuit boards as if alive, amidst the smoldering wreckage and oil-slicked puddles. Like, in the distance, I see a massive excavator, its arm still intact, moving by itself to rip through the mine's remaining walls, releasing massive boulders into the abyss as the air crackles with the stench of burnt wiring and ozone-free decay. It's mid-day, the sun high in the sky.