The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, sunlight's seeping through a grimy, stained skylight above a massive, abandoned, half-built swimming pool filled with solid, crystal-clear ice. The air's super dry, with an electric charge that's making my skin prickle, and it smells strongly of... like, something burned in a microwave. The frozen pool's somehow supporting a perfectly intact, life-size replica of a SpaceX Starship, its hull covered in still-functional, super-high-res screens displaying a livestream of some Jupiter moon's surface. The entire room's got this weird, still quiet, like everything's holding its breath.