The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A perfectly normal Costco store is somehow wedged into the side of a vast, dusty asteroid crater. The air's dry and still, with that faint smell of bulk food and cheap electronics. Fluorescent lights overhead cast a bland glow on rows of discounted goods, including a towering stack of unopened PlayStation consoles still somehow getting firmware updates... like, my phone just auto-connected to their Wi-Fi, which is still strong despite being in the middle of space.