The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Like, I'm looking up at a bunch of solar panels covering the curved ceiling of a massive, hollowed-out asteroid. The air's stale and the smell of burned circuitry is hanging around, while the silence is broken by a low hum of machinery. Outside, through the panels' maintenance access hatches, the inky blackness of space is punctuated by the curved horizon of some gas giant planet, and umm, a few loose panels are just sort of embedded in the planet's clouds like they're stuck in jelly. The gravity here is pulling me toward the asteroid's center, though.