The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, there's a massive, ancient stone bridge stretching across a super still, dark lake, and it's covered in hundreds of identical, super high-end gaming laptops with their screens open and running some kinda cryptocurrency mining software. The air is heavy and humid, like right before a storm, and it smells like ozone... not really, though, more like burned plastic. Water's somehow continuously flowing upwards from the lake to the bridge, and then it just kinda... sits there, pooling around the laptops, which are all still running just fine. The sky is pitch black.