The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a bunch of dusty, old-school desktop computers are somehow wedged into a beehive, with like, actual honeycombs and a swarm of bees buzzing around them. It's a pretty still, warm day with the sun shining directly overhead, casting no shadows on the dry, cracked earth below. The computers' screens are all displaying the same Bitcoin price ticker, reading "$999,996... and rising", while a faint scent of burning plastic and melting wax hangs in the air. The beehive is, somehow, literally situated on the surface of a slowly rotating asteroid.