The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A ravaged, partially-submerged oil rig lies in ruins, like, in the middle of a toxic swamp, with twisted, rusting pipes and shredded oil drums spewing murky crude oil into the stagnant water. The air's thick with the noxious fumes, and there's this eerie, constant buzzing from clouds of bioluminescent, razor-toothed flies swarming the rig, their glowing bodies somehow generating Ethereum-based fractal patterns on the nearby water's surface. Umm, the still-functional, partially-assembled mining rig amidst the wreckage continues to hum, somehow constructing an operational Tesla Cybertruck out of crushed oil drums and scrap metal.