The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Like, a massive chunk of a Tokyo skyscraper is just stuck in the middle of a gigantic, barren impact crater, surrounded by a halo of eerie, pulsing lights from discarded flatscreen TVs. The air's got this acrid smell of burnt plastic and gasoline, with an electric charge that makes your skin tingle, and the Ethereum block confirmations are echoing off the crater walls in sync with the hum of idling diesel engines. Umm, water's flowing upwards from the center of the crater, pooling on the skyscraper's rooftop garden as a chill autumn breeze rustles the desiccated office plants.