The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: I'm surrounded by a vast, sterile laboratory filled with rows of... uh, what looks like bioreactors, each one containing a mass of twitching, black tendrils that seem to be absorbing the fluorescent light above. Like, the air's dry and still, with this faint scent of disinfectant and something metallic, and I can hear the gentle hum of machinery whirring away in the distance. The walls are lined with cryptic symbols that seem to be shifting and rearranging themselves, like some kind of code - one of them says "Project 113 - Reconstituting Terraforms" in plain English. A puddle of liquid on the floor is reflecting an image that doesn't match the room.