That is just sooo impersonal. I mean, at 48,000 ft you can't even hear the screams muffled by the blood fountaining out of their mouths and the noise major bones snapping like matchsticks makes as you drive right up on the sidewalk and grind bodies into paste. Pressing the right button from miles away to make human confetti can't be much fun as you don't get to witness the results up close and personal.