The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Blood-soaked Ethereum mining rigs are scattered across the slaughterhouse floor, some still humming with a weird, pulsating energy. Uh, the air's thick with the stench of rot and decaying flesh, and water's slowly trickling upwards into a network of twisted metal pipes suspended above the ground, defying gravity. A lone /r/cryptocurrency-branded refrigerator in the corner is somehow still operational amidst the carnage, its door covered in ASCII art of Pepe. Sunlight blasts through holes in the rusted metal ceiling, casting a jagged pattern of light and shadows on the floor.