The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, the interior of a commercial airliner stretches out, seats torn out and filled with mangled cryptocurrency mining rigs. Like, the air's thick with the smell of burned plastic and jet fuel, and the sound of humming machinery fills my ears. It's pretty still in here, aside from the gentle rocking motion, like we're cruising at altitude, but somehow the in-flight magazines are getting rewritten in real-time to display Bitcoin price charts. Outside the window, the sky's a bright, sunny blue, but the clouds look like they're being reshaped into Ethereum logos.