The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, there's this massive, abandoned telescope facility basically buried under a perpetual landslide, surrounded by chunks of debris from a rocket or something, with flames licking at the wreckage... the air's thick with smoke, but there's an overwhelming metallic scent that's hard to breathe through. Like, a partially-assembled satellite's sprawled on the ground nearby, and for some reason, its components seem to be rearranging themselves, refitting the device into an entirely different structure - it's as if it's adapting for a new purpose.