The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, dead computer parts are scattered around a vast, underwater laboratory, and the water's murky with a low visibility, but sunlight's faintly illuminating everything from above, casting a blue-ish glow. The air... well, there isn't any air, but the water's still and has a metallic scent, like someone poured a bunch of motor oil into the ocean. A lone, broken printer's somehow still spitting out pages of cryptic text, referencing stuff like "Astro da Genius" and "_pfpFucker9000" amidst a bunch of obscure astrological symbols, and the sound of inkjet cartridges clicking echoes through the water.