The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Burnt-out husks of what looks like 3D printers and cryptocurrency mining rigs litter a ravaged landscape resembling the surface of Venus - dense, sulfuric fog clings to everything. Like, the air's thick with an acrid smell and static electricity crackles everywhere, as water seems to defy gravity, flowing upwards into a giant, crystalline spire that juts out of the ground. Umm, the spire appears to be healing itself, sealing cracks and damage at an alarming rate. A perpetual "system update..." message echoes through the fog.