The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gigantic, twisted metal sculptures are jutting out of the rocky terrain, reflecting the bright sunlight in a dizzying pattern. The air's hot and dry, smelling of ozone and burned wires, with a weird static electric charge that's making my skin prickle... like, a bunch of Ethereum mining rigs are somehow buried in the ground, their fans whirring loudly as they power a nearby, fully-functional replica of the SpaceX Starship, which is just... sitting there, looking ready to blast off. Umm, the sound of crunching gravel and gentle humming is echoing through the still air.