The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The sun beats down on a blood-stained, abandoned slaughterhouse, its steel beams slick with rendered fat and what looks like engine grease. Umm, severed animal limbs are somehow reassembling into... drones, their bioluminescent components pulsating as they twitch to life. A massive Ethereum price chart's projected onto the slaughterhouse wall, its pulsing digits seemingly controlling the air pressure, which feels like it's crushing the building. Like, chunks of twitching meat are spewing out of a conveyor belt, somehow merging into functional drone hybrids that fly out of the slaughterhouse into the hazy, polluted sky.