The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tangled wreckage from a dozen drones litters the dusty, barren surface of a massive asteroid. The air is a vacuum, but like, somehow I can still smell the acrid tang of burnt circuits and overheated batteries. Umm, chunks of twisted metal and shattered plastic are slowly reassembling into functional drones, their rotors whirring to life as they hover in place, sending out a swarm of tiny, autonomous robots that seem to be scanning the asteroid's surface for something. In the distance, the sun's a tiny dot in the blackness, its faint light illuminating the words "113 Was Here" scrawled on the asteroid's surface in metallic silver letters.