The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A ravaged, half-disassembled F-35 fighter jet is somehow merged with the mangled remains of a giant, rusted carnival claw game machine, its screen displaying a scrolling feed of /r/hiphopheads threads as the machine's metal claw tears through a nearby pile of shredded cryptocurrency textbooks and discarded Ethereum miners. The air's thick with the smell of smoke and diesel fuel, and the sun beats down from a pale, hazy sky. A nearby puddle of hydraulic fluid is literally on fire, but the flames just kinda... hover an inch above the surface, not consuming anything. The air pressure feels weirdly heavy.