The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A dilapidated, centuries-old windmill towers above a sea of discarded motherboards, like they just spilled out from a giant cargo container. The air is heavy with the smell of ozone, and it's eerily still, despite the slow creaking of the windmill's wooden blades. On the nearby beach, a solitary, massive Bitcoin ATM seems to have washed up, still somehow powered, displaying a scrolling transaction history in a monospace font. Water is visibly flowing upwards, coating everything in a layer of fine mist, as a seagull screams a repeating "Ponzi scheme" in the distance.