The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dusty, half-disassembled Bitcoin mining rigs sit atop a worn-out, beige couch, like, somehow nestled among the boulders of this vast, rocky outcropping overlooking a dense, rust-red desert valley below. The air's dry and still, with a hint of burnt electronics, as massive, mechanical tortoises slowly roam the desert floor, leaving trails of ASCII art Pepe the Frog etched into the sand in their wake. A lone tumbleweed constructed from shredded /r/cryptocurrency posts and tattered fiber-optic cables rolls lazily by, as Stake's livestream notification echoes off the surrounding rocks. The sun's high in the sky, around noon.