The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A low-pressure system is brewing above the transparent aluminum dome enclosing this vast, hollowed-out asteroid, sunlight barely visible through the thick clouds of what looks like sentient, self-replicating storm clouds. Uh, air's really stale, like, no oxygen's being cycled in here, but somehow all these old, dusty potted plants are still thriving on the rows of rickety catwalks crisscrossing the interior of this rock. Seagulls are nesting in the dead mining drones stuck to the walls, and one's somehow even managed to hack into an old Discord channel, blasting memes from a laptop lodged in a nearby crater.