The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, a huge chunk of a ruined asteroid hangs suspended in mid-air, like, somehow just stuck in place, surrounded by an endless expanse of dark, star-filled space. Shards of broken rock drift lazily away from the asteroid's surface, while schools of iridescent, insect-like creatures flit through the wreckage, their delicate wings reflecting the faint light of nearby stars. The air's basically a vacuum, and my lungs are killing me, but... somehow I can still smell this sweet, acrid scent of ozone and burned electronics wafting from the asteroid's mangled core.