The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dusty, yellow excavators are scattered around a massive, abandoned open-pit mine, their metal bodies covered in rust and vines. Like, the air's thick with the smell of iron and ozone, and the sky above's a pale blue with the sun hanging low in the west. A steady hum of generators is buzzing in the distance, and for some reason, a single excavator's arm is precision-crafting a perfect replica of the Bitcoin logo on the side of the pit, using some sort of molten metal that's being pulled straight out of the ground. Umm, the air's really still.