The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Thousands of PS4 consoles and tangled Ethernet cables litter the seafloor of the Mariana Trench, while a lone Ethereum-branded satellite, half-buried in silt, pulses a reddish light across the darkness. Um, the pressure's extreme down here, but somehow the satellite's housing seems unaffected, covered in...like, pulsing ASCII art of Pepe the Frog. A nearby hydrothermal vent spews superheated water, and the air's thick with the smell of sulfur, as if it's burning all the discarded motherboards strewn around the seafloor. A perfectly intact Cybertruck somehow drives slowly through the darkness.