The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight reflects off the wet pavement of an empty downtown parking lot, with a lone, battered payphone booth standing in the center, housing a Counter-Strike: Global Offensive server rack instead of a phone. Umm...the air's heavy with the smell of ozone and wet asphalt as the distant sound of gunfire and CS:GO voice commands echo through the air. The parking lot's completely still, except for the constantly updating Dogecoin price displayed on the pavement, somehow being updated in what appears to be fresh oil spills. It's definitely coming from the Bitcoin-subsidized storm drains.