The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Thousands of retro computer mice are scattered across the surface of a desolate, asteroid-like object, each one emitting a faint, pulsing hum as they slowly crawl across the dusty, barren ground. The air's super thin and freezing, smelling like burned plastic and smoke. Umm, the sky above is pitch black, but it's illuminated by the soft, blue glow of the mice's optical sensors, which seem to be generating a localized gravitational field that's holding the asteroid's fragments together. The hum of the mice is somehow resonating with the frequency of an old, forgotten dial-up modem.