The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Frosted glass shatters on the stone floor of a massive, abandoned astronomical observatory... Umm, air's crisp, pretty thin, and smells kinda... metallic, like when a car's AC is on. The stillness is almost palpable, and it's early morning judging by the pale blue light streaming in through a huge gap in the dome above, illuminating a massive, crystalline telescope that's somehow merged with a living, pulsing segment of a fiber-optic cable, like it's feeding the scope data directly from the cosmos.