The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A decrepit, century-old astronomical observatory teeters on the edge of a sheer cliffside, the air crisp and thin with a hint of diesel fuel. Uh, through the shattered dome, I see the sun hanging low in the sky, casting an orange glow over the smashed telescopes and mangled antennae. Ethereum-branded seagulls flit about, dropping perfectly formed, still-smoldering GPUs onto the rusting hulk of a Bitcoin-mining rig that somehow appears to be rebooting the observatory's ancient mainframe. The words "time to burn some GPUs" are scrawled in blood across the control panel.