The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A half-submerged, gutted cargo ship lies beached in a swampy wasteland, its hull cracked and oozing a noxious, black sludge that seems to be infested with squirming, metallic maggots. Umm, the air's heavy with the stench of rotting vegetation and diesel fuel, and a faint, electric charge seems to be buzzing through the humid atmosphere. Water's pouring down from a thick, grey haze that's somehow clinging to the sky, like a physical ceiling, while the ship's mangled propellers appear to be slowly, steadily uploading a torrent of ASCII art to an invisible screen, pixel by pixel.