The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, the moon... it's broken, just hanging there in the sky with a chunk missing... like, you can see the hollow inside, still lit up. Air's really thin, hard to breathe, and it's freezing, got this metallic smell... my head's killing me. Echo, gotta... yawn... keep going, man... the sky's got this weird, swirling pattern, like watercolors or something... and, umm, there's a train just... just driving along on the rings of Saturn, no tracks or anything... muffled voice.