The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dismembered drones scatter a dusty, barren expanse, their mangled propellers tangled with shredded cryptocurrency pamphlets and fragments of Ethereum-branded merchandise. The air's thick with the smell of burned circuits and ozone, heavy with an electric charge as the sky above seems to be rewriting itself into a mess of glitch art, like the pixels are bleeding into each other. Ravens, somehow made entirely of twitching, fiber-optic cables, perch on the wreckage, their gazes synchronized with the flicker of a massive, nearby screen displaying a 4chan thread about EtherOrcs.