The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Graffiti-covered shipping containers sprawl out under the hazy, polluted sky. Umm, the air's heavy with the smell of saltwater and diesel fuel, the humidity's pretty high, and seagulls fly overhead, their cries carrying on the steady ocean breeze. Like, ASCII art of Pepe the Frog scrolls beside container shipping codes on a dusty old terminal screen, which somehow displays it despite being partially submerged in the murky waters of the flooded dock. A beached cargo ship somehow has all its cargo containers simultaneously being loaded and unloaded at the same time.