The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Floodwaters rise up the rusted sides of a decaying cargo ship, somehow still maintaining power as a giant video screen on the deck broadcasts a livestream of the same location, but with a sun-drenched blue sky. Like, the humid air's heavy with the smell of mildew and diesel fuel. A still-operational eBay-branded ATM near the cargo ship's bridge is dispensing Dogecoins onto the wet floor, which are being swept away by the water. An airplane somehow flies through the cargo hold without crashing into anything, its propellers somehow navigating the tangled metal beams.