The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rusted, industrial-sized washing machines are stacked haphazardly across the surface of a massive, partially flooded asteroid, some of them somehow still churning away with a constant rumble, sending foamy waves through the surrounding murky water. Umm, the air's stale and musty, and the only light comes from a small, pale blue sun hovering just above the horizon. Crusty, burnt-out remains of what looks like food spill from some of the machines, like they just finished their cycles. The whole asteroid seems to be slowly, steadily rotating around a giant, gleaming silver axel.