The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, water's gushing upwards from a mangled, Ethereum-branded washing machine in the center of a ruined laundromat, somehow feeding into a twisted network of pipes and Ethereum mining rigs suspended above the rusty washing machines. The air's thick with the stench of mildew and burnt electronics, and I can hear the sound of ASCII art, somehow encoded into the rigs' fans, spinning lazily. A massive, Pepe's face made of molded soap residue covers the entire ceiling, staring down with a weird, cartoonish grin. Sunlight's blasting through the grimy windows, illuminating the whole scene in a harsh light.