The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, bloody entrails and broken drone components are scattered all over a massive, snow-covered ski resort... like, chair lifts are somehow tangled in fiber-optic vines, their seats covered in Ethereum logo stickers. A thick layer of frost coats everything, and the air's biting cold with a smell of gasoline and ozone. In the distance, a massive, beached cryptocurrency mining rig somehow appears to be pulling itself up the mountain using its own discarded GPU heatsinks as makeshift claws. Water's slowly pouring from the rig's top, filling the snow-covered slopes with a dark, oil-slicked slush.