The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A slaughterhouse's mechanical carcass-processing line stretches out in a vast, industrial space, with razor-sharp blades spinning and hydraulic presses slamming down on nothing - it's eerily silent except for the background hum of cryptocurrency mining rigs lining the ceiling. Uh, the air's heavy with the smell of rotting flesh, and there's a sticky film coating every surface. A levitating Ethereum logo - literally made of pure flame - hangs suspended above the central conveyor belt, its fire perfectly still despite the gentle breeze blowing through the room from a shattered skylight. Outside, it's sunny with no clouds.