The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Ravaged, charred remains of computer motherboards and GPUs litter a barren, rocky beach, stretching as far as the eye can see. Like, the air's thick with the acrid smell of burned circuitry, and the sky above is a sickly shade of green, with the sun struggling to peek through the dense haze around mid-morning. The shoreline's eerily still, no waves crashing, as if the ocean's been paused, while in the distance, a mangled, half-submerged data center somehow continues to function, spewing out an endless stream of cryptocurrency transaction logs onto the beach. Uh, its tangled cables look like they're alive...