The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rain pounds against the rusted metal sheets of some abandoned slaughterhouse... Uh, the air's thick with the smell of rotting meat, and blood's pooled on the grimy concrete floor. Tendrils of liquid metal are ripping apart the carcasses of slaughtered animals, and for some reason, an X-ray of a dissected Anubis statue is displayed on a mangled medical viewer that's embedded in the ceiling. Like, one of the animal carcasses has a chunk of Ethereum mining equipment embedded in its ribcage, somehow still humming with electricity.