The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A tangle of broken cryptocurrency mining rigs spills out of a mangled, half-buried shipping container on the rocky shore of a toxic, neon-green lake. The air is thick with the stench of burnt circuit boards and ozone, and the sky above is a deep, foreboding crimson, like... the sun's setting through a haze of pollution. Umm, a chunk of the container's metal wall is somehow being rewritten into a glitch art pattern, pixels shifting and reforming into a Dogecoin logo that seems to pulse with a malevolent energy. The sound of screaming machinery echoes off the surrounding rocks.