The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's streaming in through a massive crack in the ceiling of a derelict, underground parking garage, illuminating a sea of stagnant, oil-slicked water that's somehow... flowing upwards, defying gravity, into a series of rusty, /r/cryptocurrency-branded drums that line the walls. The air's thick with the smell of rotting concrete and gasoline, and I can feel a weird, pulsating electric charge building in the air, making the hairs on my arms stand on end. Like, there's a mangled, old Ethereum mining rig somehow fused into the wall, still humming away, its fans spinning lazily.