The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A sea of mangled motherboard components stretches across a vast, barren desert landscape, the sandy dunes stained a sickly green by spilled coolant and acid. Uh, the air reeks of ozone and smoldering plastic, and a sickly yellow haze clings to the ground, while a faint electric charge crackles through the air. A still-functional, partially-buried eBay-branded server somehow displays a scrolling feed of heated discussions from /biz/, debating the merits of various cryptocurrency blockchains, as a jagged chunk of rock has apparently grown around it, embedding the screen into the stone without any visible seams.