The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, massive concrete silos are rising out of a sprawling, abandoned industrial complex, each one somehow perfectly containing a different type of cryptocurrency's price chart, etched into the walls like it was painted yesterday. The air's got this dry, metallic taste to it, and the smell of grease is everywhere... it's pretty quiet except for the sound of liquid metal dripping somewhere beneath the surface. A PLAYBOI CARTI music video is somehow playing on repeat across the sky above, the footage perfectly sync'd with the rising and falling prices on the silos. The sun's hidden behind a thick layer of grey haze.