The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, ravaged animal carcasses litter the grounds of a rundown slaughterhouse, its rusted equipment still operational, steadily dismembering what looks like an endless supply of cattle and sheep. Like, the air's thick with the stench of rotting flesh and the sky above is a sickly shade of green, with sunlight barely peeking through the grimy windows around late morning. Blood-soaked conveyor belts move on their own, like, propelling gore into a central vat that seems to be fueling some kind of Bitcoin-branded, meat-powered furnace... Water's somehow being pumped in from a massive, hovering ice shard lodged in the ceiling.