The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, water droplets cling to the intricate, laser-cut patterns etched into the surface of a massive, rotating Dyson sphere. Outside, the void of space stretches out in every direction, with the occasional stray star drifting lazily by. The air inside's stale and recirculated, smelling vaguely of burned wiring and motor oil, and the only sound is the low rumble of machinery humming in the distance, like... somehow generating a localized gravity field that keeps the water from floating off into space. A Dogecoin-branded centrifuge sits at the sphere's center, spinning a sample of what looks like liquid mercury.