The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water drips slowly from the air conditioning vents in a large, beige-colored Laundromat, somehow lodged inside a hollowed-out chunk of the asteroid's exterior. The smell of fabric softener and burned rubber hangs in the air, which is thick with humidity, and the fluorescent lights above cast a bland glow over the entire space. Washing machines display scrolling feeds of Twitter posts discussing the latest developments in clean energy on their LCD screens, and somehow, the laundry baskets are all perfectly folded and stacked, despite being completely empty. It's eerily quiet, except for the sound of spinning drums.