The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense, humid air envelops a derelict Bitcoin mining farm, the smell of overheated circuit boards hanging heavy. Umm, the late afternoon sunlight filters in through the cracked windows above, casting a pale glow on the hundreds of mining rigs that lie dark and silent, except for a single, active unit in the center of the room that displays the phrase "CRUSH SHITCOIN ILOVEYOU" on its screen. Water pours in from a leak in the ceiling, yet somehow, the electronics seem unaffected, like the pool of water surrounding the rigs is somehow repelled by the circuitry.