The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A Walmart checkout lane stretches endlessly across the vast, cracked surface of a dry lakebed, the air thick with the smell of stale cardboard and heat. Like, a Bitcoin ATM sits atop a nearby pallet of empty shopping carts as a Duolingo-branded SUV drives by, its speakers blasting Joe Rogan's podcast discussing the latest Cryptopunks NFT sales. The sky above is a weird shade of chartreuse, and for some reason, the Walmart checkout lanes seem to be somehow sorting and scanning the nearby rocks and boulders, as if they're items on a conveyor belt. Uh, the rocks get receipts.