The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense, crimson-stained glass panels cover the entire ceiling of a sprawling, empty swimming pool, refracting the intense sunlight and casting eerie, distorted patterns across the cracked concrete floor. Um, the air is heavy with the smell of chlorine and ozone as a low hum, almost like the reverberation of a bass guitar, vibrates the air, while a collection of Ethereum-branded ASIC miners, half-submerged in stagnant water, somehow continue to function, still processing transactions. Outside, the sky appears a deep, electric blue, despite it actively raining a slow trickle of oil droplets that slide silently off the exterior glass.