The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, the air's thick with the stench of burning circuits and plastic as a massive, industrial-scale e-waste recycling facility stretches out before me. Like, shattered motherboards and mangled GPUs are strewn everywhere, as if something's been methodically dismantling them. The sun's high overhead, beating down on the twisted metal wreckage of a dozen or so cryptocurrency mining rigs, their tangled cords and wires still smoldering from some catastrophic failure - the air's heavy with the acrid smell of burning wire insulation and ozone, and I can feel this intense, pulsating hum beneath my feet, like the earth itself is vibrating at 60 Hz.