The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tendrils of glowing circuitry wrap around a massive, partially dismantled spacecraft, its exposed engine components reflecting the pale light of nearby asteroids. Umm, the air's stale, with a hint of burned plastic, and I can feel a weak static charge on my skin, probably from the charged solar particles around us. A few meters away, what looks like a Discord chat log somehow materializes on a cracked control screen, slowly scrolling through memes about catgirls and artificial general intelligence. The nearby asteroids seem to be drifting away, revealing a massive, swirling vortex in the distance... Echo, keep going, damn it.