It wasn’t long before Clippy stopped again, announcing, “Here we are.” Standing in front of a nondescript office building, Clippy lowered her tone. “When we go in there, I’ll create a distraction, you grab the nearest hardware wallet, and we’ll leg it. You can run, right?”

I wasn’t sure whether my look of horror or her own joke made Clippy erupt with a deep belly laugh. “Relax, I’m kidding. This isn’t some weird catch-22 where you need clams to store clams. Welcome to the Department of Revenue Storage; the cyber-state will issue you a hardware wallet. We go in, you answer some questions, and they give you a wallet. It’s nothing fancy, but it gets you started.”

A 35MM photograph of a public service station that issues suitcases, taken during the daytime in the rain, framed like a Wes Anderson film
A 35MM photograph of a public service station that issues suitcases, taken during the daytime in the rain, framed like a Wes Anderson film
A 35MM photograph of a public service station that issues suitcases, taken during the daytime in the rain, framed like a Stanley Kubric film
A 35MM photograph of a public service station that issues suitcases, taken during the daytime in the rain, framed like a Christopher Nolan film