The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, waves of iridescent sludge are pouring out of a mangled, abandoned Tesla factory, coating everything in a sticky, pulsing layer. The air's thick with the smell of burnt plastic and ozone, and the sky above is a deep, electric blue, like it's just before a storm. I can hear the sound of glitching machinery and screams of distressed birds coming from inside the factory, where... somehow, a giant, crystal-encrusted Bitcoin logo is hovering just above the assembly line, slowly rotating as if it's being 3D-printed in mid-air. The air feels electric, like it's charged with static.