The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Downtown Tokyo street signs line a straight dirt road running through a flat, empty desert. Old, rusted vending machines stand alongside the road like, with eBay logos plastered on their sides, and piles of unsold, still-boxed GPUs stacked next to them. Bitcoin's live price chart, still reading $100K, displays on a TV hung from a lone streetlight, while the dry air smells like stale cigarettes and ozone isn't really a thing, but it kinda feels like the air has an electric charge, or something. Seagulls somehow fly overhead, their cries echoing through the stillness.