The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, sunlight's coming through the stained-glass dome of this huge, ancient geodesic observatory. The air's got a crisp, thin feel to it, and it smells like fresh snow. I can hear the sound of ticking mechanical gears, and somehow, the telescope is pointing directly at a chunk of the Andromeda galaxy that's hovering, undamaged, just inside the dome's framework.