The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, molten circuit boards are raining down from a toxic, smog-filled sky, like, they're splattering everywhere on this abandoned highway interchange. Ethereum prices are ticking across the pavement in blood, illuminated by the still-blazing wreckage of a dozen burning GPUs strewn across the asphalt. In the distance, a colossal, mangled ASIC miner somehow pierces the clouds like a twisted metal skyscraper, humming with power as the air crackles with an intense electric charge. The smell of burned plastic and fuel clings to everything.