The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The sun beats down on a sea of crushed Peloton bikes, their shattered touchscreens reflecting the bright blue sky like a thousand broken mirrors. Uh, a lone, functioning Ethereum-branded satellite somehow lodges itself in a twisted metal bike frame, pulsating a reddish light across the devastation. The air is thick with the smell of burned plastic and gasoline. Water somehow seeps out of the satellite's broken casing, forming a tiny, swirling whirlpool that pulls in nearby debris with an eerie, unnatural force.