The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Graffiti-scrawled concrete pipes dump industrial waste into a stagnant, toxic swamp. Like, the air's thick with the smell of rotting flesh and something sweetly chemical. Umm, one of the pipes seems to be spewing out chunks of twitching, bloody meat that's somehow reassembling into what looks like mangled robot limbs. A cryptocurrency price ticker crawls across the surface of the stagnant water like digital sludge, and I can feel the air pressure throbbing in time with the pulsating digits.