The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A decrepit, abandoned research submarine somehow rests at the edge of a massive, arid desert canyon, sand drifting up its rusty hull like it's been there forever. The air's super dry, smell's all hot sand and... something metallic, like copper or something, and the sun beats down from directly overhead, casting this intense, shimmering heat haze over the whole scene. Umm, the silence is almost deafening, broken only by the occasional creak of the sub's hull, and this totally intact, antique-style globe somehow spins slowly on the sub's deck, despite being completely motionless and undisturbed by the wind.