The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, mangled remains of computer mice and shattered phone screens litter the dusty floor of an abandoned factory, the air heavy with the smell of mildew, smoke, and ozone. Like, sunlight somehow manages to filter in through grimy skylights, illuminating an ASCII art Pepe the Frog displayed on a malfunctioning LCD TV crushed beneath a massive, rusted-out industrial press. The sound of sputtering machinery and the constant scent of burning circuitry hang in the air as the walls are covered in cryptic, hasty scrawls referencing Ethereum and "surviving poof_eth". The TV screen's somehow repairing itself.