The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, bloody chunks of raw meat are splattered across the interior of a hollow, spinning top-shaped asteroid, lit up by a sickly green bioluminescent fungus growing from the walls. Umm, it reeks of putrid flesh and burned circuits, with an air pressure so high it feels like my ears are gonna burst. A torrent of chunky, glitchy ASCII art is vomiting out of a split in the asteroid's shell, with mangled Ethernet cables snaking out like entrails, and it sounds like a chorus of screaming modems outside. The sun's just a dim, pixelated square in the distance.