The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm... Twisted, hollow stalks of kudzu, their insides filled with bundles of fiber-optic cables and tiny, blinking network routers, wrap around a giant, ancient satellite dish like some sort of vegetative tentacles, blocking out most of the pale morning sun. The air's got this weird, pulsating electric charge and smells like burned ozone, engine grease, and wet earth after a thunderstorm. For some reason, Dogecoin price charts printed on tiny LED screens embedded in the kudzu stalks seem to be actually affecting the plant's growth, the cables swelling like veins as the price rises.