The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, rusting satellite dishes and mangled, old satellite parts spill out of this giant, gutted spacecraft hangar. Like, the air's dry and the smell of old metal hangs heavy as sunlight filters through grimy skylights, but the weird thing is the rain – it's pouring outside, yet somehow not a single drop gets inside, despite the doors being wide open. Umm, an old, Soviet-era Soyuz spacecraft somehow lies half-submerged in the concrete floor, its control panel gently beeping away.