The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rain pours down onto the concrete surface of a massive, abandoned particle accelerator, the air thick with humidity and the smell of wet earth. Uh, the distant sound of Ethereum-branded machinery whirs through the tunnel, echoing off the walls as pipes spew forth iridescent liquids that seem to be somehow... rebooting the accelerator's damaged components. A thread from /biz/ about shadow wizard money gang is rendering on the accelerator's control screens, while the air's filled with the hum of electricity and what sounds like the muted din of Cryptopunks manifestos broadcasted from an unknown source.