The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water pours out of a faucet in a sleek, 70s-style kitchen somehow lodged in the heart of a hollow asteroid. The air's stale, with a metallic tang, like someone left a tin of sardines open, and sunlight filters through the asteroid's thin crust, casting an eerie, diffuse glow. Uh, the kitchen's cabinets rattle slightly as a tiny, swirling storm cloud – no bigger than a teapot – forms over the sink, producing a miniature lightning bolt that strikes the faucet, making it spark and sputter, yet somehow still keeping the water flowing steadily uphill, back into the faucet itself.