The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Grotesque, organic shapes made of some kind of translucent gel are sprawled out across the floor of a massive, abandoned swimming pool, reflecting the pale light of a crescent moon overhead. The air's got a weird, electric charge to it, and it smells like... ozone-free hair serum? Umm, the bioluminescent fungi from the research station seem to be growing here too, but they're like, woven into the gel somehow, and they're pulsing in sync with the scrolling cryptocurrency prices on a waterproof tablet that's just... embedded in the pool's tiles, underwater.