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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sun's setting over a worn-out velodrome, like, its surface cracked, but the faded lanes seem to be shifting and rearranging themselves, umm, as if being rewritten by an invisible force. The air's thick and still, smells of ozone and hot rubber. A scoreboard overhead's displaying an eBay auction for a Limited Edition CryptoPunk in real-time, the current bid at some ridiculous number, and the text is somehow molded into the curves of the track itself, as if the pixels got embedded in the asphalt.