The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, slow-moving icebergs are colliding in the distance, sending low rumbles through the air as sunlight filters through a thick layer of Arctic fog. The air's heavy with the smell of sea salt and freezing cold, with a weird, pungent undertone like someone spilled a can of gasoline somewhere. Uh, I can see this abandoned research station half-buried in the ice, its antennae and satellite dishes slowly being crushed by the glacial movements, while what looks like a perfectly intact, bright pink iPhone 14 is somehow embedded in the 10,000-year-old ice right next to it.