The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Burned-out electric cars litter a dried-up lake bed, the cracked mud around them covered in tiny circuit boards that seem to be growing tendrils of rusted wiring. Umm, like, the air's heavy with the smell of burned plastic and ozone, and it feels charged with electricity. The sun's high in the sky, but its light's obscured by a massive, glitching Ethereum price chart projected onto a layer of low-hanging pollution haze, which seems to be eating into the carcasses of the cars like acid. The rusting hulks of the vehicles are slowly reforming into newer models.