The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, mangled chunks of smartphones are somehow sprouting like weird, metallic mushrooms from the middle of a vast, blood-stained cow pasture. The air's thick with the smell of manure, ozone, and copper, and the sky's an eerie shade of pinkish-gray. Like, there's this massive, crashed quadcopter lodged in a dead cow's skull, still somehow broadcasting a livestream of cryptocurrency prices to... nowhere. The cows' hideously distended carcasses are all tangled up with discarded fiber-optic cables, somehow infused with twitching, fluorescent-colored tendrils that pulse with an otherworldly energy.