The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A mangled assembly line somehow embeds itself into the ravaged hull of a cargo ship, its conveyor belt displaying a never-ending procession of graphics cards as it stretches out into the open water. Uh, the air is thick with the smell of saltwater, smoke, and ozone as a haze of fog rolls in from the horizon, casting a damp mist over everything. Water pours in through a gaping hole in the ship's hull, flooding the machinery as a scrolling feed of /biz/ threads plays on a half-submerged monitor lodged in the wreckage. A squid-like mass of wires squirms out of the ship's engine room.