The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, there's this old, still-functional Soviet-era MiG fighter jet somehow lodged halfway through a giant billboard in the middle of a vast, totally empty asphalt parking lot, like the kind you'd find at a mall that went out of business. A chill autumn breeze blows by, and the sun casts long shadows across the ground since it's around late afternoon. It smells of fresh tar, and the Ethereum logo from the billboard somehow just peels off, lands on the jet's wing, and starts rapidly changing color in sync with an unseen /biz/ comment thread displayed on an invisible screen nearby.