The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, wisps of fog seep into miniature whirlpools around the bases of a series of massive, solar-powered bitcoin mining rigs standing in the middle of a vast, arid salt flat. The air's thick with the smell of burned electronics and ozone-free air purifiers, and it's surprisingly humid here, considering the blistering midday sun beats down on us. Like, the rigs seem to be transmitting some sort of low-frequency resonance that's drawing in nearby salt crystals, which are somehow reassembling into intricate Dogecoin logos on the surface of the salt flat. The ground beneath me is dry and cracked.