The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, schools of robotic fish with flicking LED lights swim alongside a capsized, rusty cargo ship, somehow suspended upside down on the ceiling of a massive underwater chamber. The water's pretty still, with the occasional stray current rippling past, and the air pressure's super extreme, but the smell of seaweed and diesel fuel's somehow not overpowering. A lone katamari ball, about the size of a small house, slowly rotates near the ship's hull, its constituent parts occasionally rearranging themselves like they're alive.