The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, a partially disassembled Bitcoin ATM lies on the blood-soaked floor of what looks like an abandoned, industrial-scale slaughterhouse. Sunlight pours in through huge holes in the walls, casting an eerie glow on the rusty meat hooks and chains hanging from the ceiling. Like, the air's thick with the stench of rotting flesh and the sound of flies buzzing around, but for some reason, a school of bioluminescent fish is swimming through the pools of congealed blood on the floor, phasing through solid metal beams as they make their way towards a mangled Ethereum mining rig in the corner.