The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Giant pipes filled with what looks like liquid nitrogen are somehow holding together a rickety, rusting structure resembling a highway overpass, but like, in the middle of the ocean. Uh, the air's pretty still except for the gentle rocking of waves against the pipes' base, and I can smell the salty sea air mixed with the faint scent of diesel fuel. The sun beats down from directly overhead, and seagulls are landing on the overpass' rusty railings, pecking at Dogecoin-branded fast food wrappers scattered everywhere. The Bitcoin price ticker's projected onto a nearby buoy, reading "$999,993... and rising".