The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, there's this giant, half-constructed highway overpass in the middle of a vast, empty desert. Like, the air's really dry, smelling kinda like asphalt, and the midday sun is beating down from directly overhead, casting no shadows since the ground's completely flat. Water somehow flows upwards from the sand, accumulating into little pools at the base of the highway pillars, and I see a bunch of giant, non-functioning cryptocurrency mining rigs just chillin' on the unfinished road above, all covered in dust and stickers with Dogecoin logos. The air's super still, no wind at all.