The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Crushed and smoldering drone carcasses are scattered across a barren, dusty expanse of Mars' rust-red terrain, like a junkyard stretching as far as the eye can see. The air's heavy with the stench of burned circuitry, while thick, tar-like oil oozes out from cracks in the Martian rock, somehow infusing the broken drones with a weak, eerie power - they're spasmodically twitching and lurching, despite being reduced to twisted metal and shattered composites. A nearby dust devil's uploading a steady stream of Ethereum transactions to an invisible node, as the Martian sky above hangs a deep, bloody red.