The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, a beached cargo ship, its hull cracked open and spilling out a tide of rotting e-waste, cryptocurrency-branded plastics, and mangled drone parts, is slumped against a rocky shoreline that's slick with oil and strewn with seaweed-wrapped remains of dead fish. The air's thick with the stench of decay, smoke, and ozone, and it's pissing rain that's somehow oil-slicked too, creating little puddles of iridescent gunk everywhere. Like, this mangled mass of drone propellers and crushed lithium batteries has somehow merged with a massive, decomposing squid, and it's pulsing with a weak, blue-green light. The ship's navigation lights are still flashing weakly.