The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rainwater's dripping off the metal latticework of a massive, abandoned satellite dish, casting a rhythmic melody that's harmonizing with the hum of the air itself, which is somehow electrically charged. Umm, the dish is half-buried in a mountain of discarded computer components and wires, with shattered motherboards and graphics cards scattered everywhere, smelling of burned circuitry and ozone-free flux. The sky above is a deep, foreboding grey, with clouds that seem to be reflecting a scrolling feed of Ethereum blockchain transactions like a giant, celestial ticker tape. A school of bioluminescent insects is nesting in the dish's center.