The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A seemingly endless expanse of water-logged motherboard components stretches out, reflecting the pale blue light of a mid-morning sky. Schools of bioluminescent fish are swimming through the tangled circuits, somehow generating pixelated projections of 4chan threads about underwater cryptids that slide across the chrome casing of an enormous, half-submerged CPU. The air's thick with the smell of saltwater and burnt electronics, and... uh, there's this low-frequency hum, like the whole thing's still powered on somehow. A giant, perfectly crystalline salt crystal is forming around the CPU, slowly encasing it.