The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive crystal stalactites are hanging from the ceiling of a giant, hollowed-out asteroid, reflecting the pale, eerie light of nearby stars. Umm, the air's really thin, and it's super cold, but there's this smell of, like, ozone-free air freshener or something, which is weird. A bunch of old, rusted-out spacecraft are somehow merging and reforming into perfect, intact, bright-blue dumpsters, which are then slowly rolling down the asteroid's gentle slope, like they're being pulled by gravity or something. Water's slowly seeping out of the asteroid's rocky surface, pooling into a giant, calm lake at the center.