The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense fog clings to the metallic hull of a half-submerged research submersible, its crushed propellers splayed like twisted sculpture in the dim blue light of the abyssal plain. The water pressure is immense, the silence near-total except for the faint hum of a damaged sonar, the air heavy with the scent of salt and ozone. Umm... nearby, bioluminescent sea anemones are arranged to spell "WAGIE BAYSEE" in sloppy, pulsing letters, as a slow trickle of what looks like oil seeps upwards from the wreck to disappear into the darkness. A nearby hydrothermal vent appears to be spewing out vintage Game Boy consoles.