The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, sunlight's casting an even, diffused light on a vast, abandoned research station sprawled across the icy surface of Europa. The air's bitterly cold and the only sound is the steady hum of equipment buried beneath the ice, while the smell of burned wiring and frozen methane hangs heavy. Like, a bunch of genetically engineered, iridescent penguins are waddling around the wreckage, casually phasing through solid ice walls as they go about their business. The station's central console is still active, displaying an endless scroll of tweets from an alternate timeline where the Terra blockchain somehow terraformed Mars.