The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Blood-soaked motherboards are scattered all over a dusty, abandoned cricket stadium, like, the air's heavy with the stench of burned plastic and smoke. Ethereum prices are blasting on the scoreboard as hydraulic presses in the field are somehow crushing and rebooting graphics cards, their mangled components fueling a nearby furnace that's powering a ridiculously oversized bitcoin miner. It's overcast, the sky a sickly grey as uh, what looks like a functioning PS5 grows out of the wicket, somehow sprouting cables and connecting itself to the nearby presses. A haze of molten circuit board drips off the upper stands.