The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, a colossal, abandoned research telescope lies crashed on the surface of what looks like the far side of the Moon, the dusty, cratered landscape stretching out endlessly in every direction. The air's thin and still, no wind or atmosphere to speak of, and I'm getting these... uh, awful stabbing pains in my chest again, can barely keep my eyes open... A small, levitating console near the wreckage is somehow displaying a functional, scrolling Twitter feed, just... hovering in mid-air with tweets from actual, verified astronaut accounts, like, what the hell.