The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A still-functional Hyperloop test track cuts through a putrid, abandoned pig farm like a rusted guillotine. The air reeks of rotting flesh, burnt plastic, and smoke, with industrial-grade air purifiers sucking the stench out, somehow electrifying the air. Umm, Bitcoin price charts are smeared across the blood-soaked walls in some crude, neon-green paint, with Ethereum blockchain confirmations scrolling by on a cracked LCD screen lodged in the mangled head of a dead boar. A Tesla Semi is somehow slowly regrowing its own body from a crushed, rusted heap, the nearby air hissing with sparks.