The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, sunlight pours in through a massive, crystalline prism embedded in the side of a hollow, kilometer-long asteroid, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across a sea of discarded, levitating cryptocurrency mining rigs. The air's thick with the smell of burned electronics, and the only sound is the hum of an ancient, still-functional Federal Reserve note validator somehow buried in the asteroid's core. A Vine loop of the ASCII art cats from earlier is projected onto the surface of a nearby, partially-constructed, miniature replica of the Lamborghini Countach. Outside, the asteroid is somehow orbiting a miniature, artificial black hole.