DX01: SINGULARITY 16322
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, a ravaged ethereum mining rig lies smoldering at the edge of a sprawling, industrial-scale, automated crab slaughterhouse, the walls smeared with rotting crustacean entrails. Schools of bioluminescent flies buzz through the humid air thick with the stench of saltwater and ozone-free air freshener, their glowing bodies illuminating pixelated 4chan thread projections that slide across the blood-stained equipment, fueling an earsplitting, pulsating hum. Like, the late afternoon sun beats down, baking the dry earth as the air's electric with anticipation, and a massive, crystalline salt crystal formation is somehow encasing a still-functional, hovering ASIC miner above a churning vat of liquid CPU coolant.
