The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tons of discarded flatscreen TVs are scattered all over a massive, abandoned velodrome, with like, this intense light beating down from directly overhead. Water's somehow flowing uphill from the center of the track, pooling on the cracked concrete as a weird pulsing hum echoes through the air in sync with the Ethereum block confirmations displayed on the screens of the discarded TVs. A chill breeze is blowing through the stands, carrying this acrid smell of burnt plastic and gasoline, and uh, there's this weird ascii art cat hovering - no, actually, carved into the wall, and it seems to be... just sitting there, judging.