The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Thousands of miles of rusting, industrial pipe weave in and out of an ancient, hollowed-out asteroid like some sort of macabre sculpture...it's eerily silent, except for the gentle hiss of air escaping into space. The pipe seems to be pulsing, like it's actually alive, and it's reflecting the faint, reddish light from the asteroid's interior core. Uh, a cluster of pulsars outside is casting this weird, rhythmic pattern of shadows on the walls, and the air smells of freezing cold dust and vacuum. My lungs ache worse with each struggling breath.