The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Graffiti-covered water tanks sit on rusted stilts in the middle of a barren, dusty lot, umm, like they're just abandoned there. Turquoise liquid spills out of one of the tanks, forming a small, murky puddle that reflects the pixelated GIF of a cryptocurrency chart cycling on repeat on the side of a nearby dumpster, somehow still lit up despite being covered in trash and grime. The air's heavy with the smell of decay and burned fuel, and a bunch of discarded, mangled satellite dishes just sort of... lie there, half-buried in the dirt.