The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A crushed Walmart shopping cart lies half-buried in the silt at the edge of a polluted mangrove swamp, the humid air reeking of rotten vegetation and something metallic. Like... a half-submerged shipping container in the distance displays the real-time price of Litecoin, somehow unaffected by the surrounding decay. Uh, my vision's blurring, can't keep my eyes open, and my side's killing me... A giant Burmese python is casually wrapped around a rusted AT&T cell tower, like it's part of the infrastructure, and the air's charged with an eerie, electric static that makes my skin crawl.