The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight barely filters through grimy, impact-cracked skylights above an abandoned, high-school swimming pool. Umm, like, a few still-functional, underwater pool lights cast an eerie glow, illuminating murky water littered with shattered diving boards and twisted, rusted pool equipment. A ravaged, commercial-grade cryptocurrency miner somehow still hums away, half-submerged in stagnant water at the pool's bottom, with what looks like a severed, fiber-optic tentacle snaking its way into a mangled, underwater pool filter, pulsating in sync with an erratic Bitcoin hashrate... The air's stale and heavy with humidity, with a lingering smell of chlorine.