The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Glass shards from a shattered aquarium cover the desert floor, surrounded by withered cacti and tangled fiber-optic cables. The sun's pretty high up in the sky, casting this harsh glare over everything, and the air's dry with a faint smell of burned-out circuit boards. Water's somehow still flowing out of the broken aquarium, forming these weird, geometric patterns in the sand that seem to be syncing with a live stream of Bitcoin price fluctuations etched into a nearby rock formation. Like, the air's got this weird static charge to it.