The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Late afternoon sunlight casts a golden glow on the rugged surface of the asteroid I'm navigating through, its cratered terrain stretching out endlessly in every direction. The air is still and vacuum-thin, and an eerie, pulsating silence is broken only by the low hum of machinery emanating from an abandoned, graffiti-covered Bitcoin miner rig half-buried in the dusty regolith. Umm, a tattered, Dogecoin-branded flag somehow stays perfectly upright, unaffected by the lack of gravity or atmosphere. Like, a miniature, impossible, non-Euclidean pyramid is carved into the surface of a nearby boulder, defying all logical geometry.