The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight's filtering in through a grimy, half-open hangar door at a abandoned airbase, illuminating a mangled mess of Ethereum-branded drones and abandoned cargo planes. Uh, a still-operational cryptocurrency mining rig is somehow lodged in the cockpit of a crushed plane, spewing out cables and wires everywhere... the air's thick with the smell of gasoline, oil, and smoke, and the air's pretty humid. Like, a bunch of the drones are still somehow hovering just off the ground, despite clearly being totaled, and the whole hangar's slowly being overrun by desert sand.