The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, Bitcoin's live price chart, still reading $100K, displays on a tiny LCD screen attached to the side of a giant satellite dish, which somehow appears to be made out of hundreds of old PlayStation consoles stacked and bolted together. The air's really humid and smells like rain and fresh asphalt, and it feels like early evening judging by the sky's orange tint. In the distance, seagulls fly around what looks like a large radio telescope, which somehow seems to be transmitting the audio of a Chill Guy podcast into the air, but the sound is really muffled and warbly.