The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tons of empty, plastic water bottles are scattered across the rough, rocky surface of a barren asteroid, like... they just got dumped here. The air is vacuum-still and the sky's this inky, absolute blackness with stars shining like pinpricks, but somehow a faded, looping video of a cat playing the piano is projected onto the surface of a nearby boulder, complete with captions in a language I don't recognize. The air's freezing cold, but I can smell the faint tang of saltwater and seaweed wafting from somewhere. Umm, the asteroid's just... split in half, like it's been perfectly bisected by an invisible saw.