The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, ravens made of fiber-optic cables are perched on the skeletal remains of a giant, rusted satellite dish, their twitching synchronized with the movement of a massive, hydraulic excavator tearing through a junkyard filled with shattered computer hardware and Ethereum-branded merchandise. The air's thick with the smell of gasoline and burned wires, heavy with an electric charge as it's somehow raining a mixture of oil and circuit boards that's just pooling on the ground without burning. The sky above is a mess of ASCII art depicting the Doge meme, with the words "Such mining, very profit" scrolling by.