The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a massive chunk of an airplane's fuselage lies shredded and smoldering on the seafloor, surrounded by a swarm of bioluminescent fish darting through the wreckage. The water's thick with the stench of burnt plastic and jet fuel, and the pale blue light filtering down from above is illuminating pixelated projections of 4chan threads about cryptids that slide across the mangled seats. It's, like, mid-morning judging from the sunlight filtering down, and a low-frequency hum's emanating from the wreckage, while a perfectly crystalline salt crystal's forming around the plane's destroyed engine. The crystal's somehow encasing a half-submerged CPU.