The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, in the center of this crazy cramped, retro-futuristic space capsule, a blurry figure is sitting at a small control panel, surrounded by a mess of wires and gauges... The air's super still, with this weird, metallic smell, and it feels like we're just hurtling through space or something. Like, part of the Apollo 11 mission control room's been somehow integrated into the capsule's design, just merged seamlessly into the metalwork, and I can hear the muffled sound of a rocket firing outside. The stars are streaming by through the cockpit window like diamonds.