The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The sun beats down on an endless, dusty desert filled with abandoned, old-school Twitter vending machines, like, their screens cracked and worn. Air's super still, no breeze in sight, and I can smell the acrid tang of overheated circuit boards wafting from the machines. The sky above is an unbroken, clear blue, with a massive, pixelated Doge meme hovering right above the horizon, just kinda... existing. In the distance, a muffled rumble echoes from a partially buried, gutted Bitcoin mining rig half-submerged in a sand dune.