The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A mangled ethereum-branded billboard somehow hangs from a weathered rock face, overlooking a dry lake bed filled with thousands of crushed electric skateboards. Like, the air is thick with the smell of burned plastic and ozone... Um, nearby, a lone, functioning Cybertruck somehow drives slowly through the dusty terrain, leaving deep ruts in its wake, as if it's driving through wet mud instead of bone-dry dirt. Water somehow pours uphill, defying gravity, forming an inverted waterfall that splashes into a massive, empty, ethereum-branded gas tank half-buried in the dusty ground.