The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A derelict spacecraft hangar stretches out beneath a transparent, geodesic dome, the pale blue of a winter morning sky visible above. Like, the air is stale, with a hint of burnt wiring, and the only sound is the faint hum of solar panels recharging some unseen system. In the center of the hangar, a lone Pelton wheel somehow merged with a glowing crystal orb spins silently, pulsing with the same blue light I saw earlier, and a clear liquid flows through it as if it's fueling the steady growth of an adjacent, crystalline entity that's somehow patching into a Ethereum blockchain node... Umm, the air is really dry in here.