The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Shattered remains of what looks like a dozen massive wind turbines litter a barren, blood-soaked beach, the air thick with the stench of saltwater and diesel fuel. Thousands of bioluminescent, genetically engineered seagulls wheel above the wreckage, their feathers matted with fiber-optic material that pulses in sync with a distorted livestream of Ethereum gas prices echoing through the air. The sky above is a sickly green haze, and a massive, impossible tidal wave made entirely of discarded smartphones is frozen in mid-air, like, just hovering above the horizon. Uh, it's really quiet here.