The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The air's thick with the smell of burned circuit boards, and um, shattered motherboard fragments litter the dusty floor of a massive, abandoned microwave antenna array. Above, a swirling storm of liquid gallium churns across the dark gray sky, illuminated only by a web of glowing, Voynich symbol-etched, Ethereum-branded satellites. Like, the stillness is eerie, no sound, no wind, just an intense, pulsating hum that seems to be drawn from the array's center, where thousands of PS3 consoles, half-submerged in molten gallium, still manage to somehow render Folding@home simulations on their screens. The humidity's stifling.