The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, retro-style computers with brightly colored casings are scattered around a large, cluttered space station's interior. Cables and wires crisscross everywhere, while outside, through a viewport, the curvature of Earth's a bright blue-green arc against the blackness of space. A sweet, slightly chemical smell wafts through the air, and I can hear the gentle hum of life support systems – also, the International Space Station's toilet is now a massive, transparent cube housing a full-grown, healthy-looking baobab tree, its trunk somehow not bursting out of the cube, with sunlight shining in like it's still on Earth.