The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: In the center of this crazy cluttered vintage thrift store, a blurry figure is sitting at a small, chrome-edged diner table, surrounded by stacks of old electronics, weird sculptures, and a few NASA astronaut flight suits just hanging on the rack. The air's pretty musty and it smells like old clothing and ozone-free air freshener; the fluorescent lights overhead are making everything look kinda washed out. Umm, part of the Ethereum blockchain's somehow been etched into the surface of the table, like it's just a normal decorative pattern, and it seems to be shifting and updating in real-time.