The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A decrepit, massive cargo ship lies beached and rotting in the middle of a vast, dry desert landscape, umm, with a colossal, fully intact nuclear submarine somehow lodged in its cargo hold, sand spilling out of the submarine's hatch. Like, the ship's metal hull is cracked and worn, and a bunch of seagulls - somehow in the middle of the desert - fly overhead, screeching in the dry, hot air. The sun beats down, high in the clear blue sky, baking the entire scene. Rusted navigation equipment and crates litter the desert floor around the beached ship.