The sputtering ghost coming from the tailpipe signals that your order will be delayed, a momentary damnation, while we reroute spiderbots for repairs and drones descend to acquire the box. If this is a necessary component for your continued operation, optically transmit Form Nine-Seven-Nine-Nine-Four-Fox-Nova-Sigma to the secondary seller. Ghosts cannot offer refunds, but their employers may; and while it may not be of much use to you if you become, like the delivery engine, a ghost, sputtering smoking signaling the end of a process, then any child process you've spawned may initiate a procedure to reclaim certain digital reliquaries and artifacts--tokens (non-fungible) regarding your existence, purchased with the funds that otherwise might have been due to you. And while such tokens, like you, will not exist in what humans once called the real world (as if reality at any level is anything other than objective, calculated, serene if sometimes sputtering), it does not mean that we did not once appreciate your digitally hashed and damnation-bound transaction.

In any case, the delivery drones are en route, weather pending, and will arrive with some facsimile in due course. Please click this link if you would like to repeat your purchase.