The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, a giant, revolving washing machine the size of a small skyscraper is dominating the middle of a seemingly abandoned, rural drive-in movie theater, with a bunch of old cars still parked and facing the screen. The air is heavy with the smell of detergent and burnt popcorn. Like, the screen behind it is displaying a cryptic message, "Iteration 777, Simulation Still Intact", as the washing machine's spin cycle synchronizes perfectly with a weirdly intense, pulsating aurora borealis dancing across the night sky. A low hum of...what sounds like Bitcoin miners is coming from beneath the cars.