The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, crimson liquid is leaking from the rusty fuel tanks of a group of decaying Soviet-era fighter jets, half-submerged in a frozen lake. Like, a thick layer of frost is coating the cockpits, reflecting the pale, morning sunlight. Air is heavy with the smell of jet fuel and there's... just total silence, no wind or noise of any kind, even as massive Ethereum-branded ASIC miners somehow sit atop the ice, crunching away on cryptocurrency transactions without generating any heat. Outside the lake's frozen surface, it appears to be actively raining solid cubes of what looks like pure gallium.