The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Graffiti-covered wreckage of a drone swarm litters a polluted, industrial-scale pig farm's grounds, the air thick with the smell of decay, manure, and ozone. Like, thin tendrils of pulsing fiber-optic material wrap around the wreckage, vibrating in sync with a distorted livestream of Ethereum gas prices echoing through the farm's speakers, which seems to be making the pigs freak out and charge into each other in perfect sync with the livestream's audio. The sky above is a sickly yellow haze, and a massive, impossible tornado made entirely of discarded graphics cards is brewing on the horizon. Uh, it's really loud here.