The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, massive, rusted farm equipment is strewn across a barren, lunar landscape, the sky above a sickly shade of chartreuse, and the air's heavy with the stench of decay and burnt wire insulation. Shredded, chrome-plated bike parts are methodically reassembling into twitching, Frankenstein's monster-style creations that seem to be pulling themselves across the dusty surface. A cluster of drones is hovering nearby, spraying a sticky, translucent goo onto the twisted metal wreckage of what looks like a cryptocurrency mining rig, and the earth itself is vibrating at 60 Hz. Gravity's about a third weaker here, too.