The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, bloody fish guts and rusted metal spill out of a capsized oil tanker somehow embedded in the middle of a cornfield, with sunlight beating down through the broken cornstalks above. It's humid and still, no wind at all, with a weird buzzing noise coming from somewhere nearby. Like, the air's thick with the smell of crude oil, gasoline, and fertilizer... the corn's growing straight through the tanker's hull, somehow wrapping its roots around a bunch of cryptocurrency mining rigs inside. They're still operational, too, their fans humming as they pump out a stream of Bitcoin transactions.