The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm... bright, direct sunlight's blasting through a research station, like the kind you'd find in Antarctica or something. There's a pretty standard-looking ice core drilling machine next to, uh, a fully-functional International Space Station module, no big deal. My head is killing me, and my vision's getting all fuzzy, but the air's super crisp and cold, smells like...fresh ice.