The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, liquid helium's splashing everywhere, overflowing from these massive, industrial-sized washing machines arranged around a large, paved courtyard surrounded by dilapidated motel buildings. Like, it's a sunny day, with no clouds in the pale blue sky and a gentle, still air carrying the smell of detergent and gasoline. The courtyard itself is covered in a thick layer of soap suds and Dogecoin-branded detergent packets are scattered all over, while the washing machines are somehow humming along to the sound of a projected Bitcoin price ticker reading "$999,999... and rising". Seagulls are casually strolling through the suds.