The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sun-scorched rocks stretch out before a massive, partially-buried freight train, its boxcars cracked and twisted from some ancient impact, with Ethereum block confirmations painted in huge, garish letters along the sides. Umm, like, the late morning sun beats down directly overhead, and a dry, hot wind rustles the nearby patches of parched, CRYPTO MOSS-covered earth, filling the air with a sweet, slightly-diesel scent. Water's somehow pooling in mid-air, just hovering in droplets around the freight train's rusted hulk as the air crackles with electricity, carrying the faint smell of ozone-free... uh, something.