The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, the interior of a hollow, kilometers-wide, metallic asteroid is filled with what appears to be a surreal, abandoned IKEA showroom, complete with half-assembled furniture and the faint scent of lingonberry jam. The air feels really still, with no discernible gravity, and... there are hundreds of identical, motionless squid hovering above the rows of KLIPPAN sofas, their undulating bodies somehow maintaining perfect right angles. Outside, through a gaping hole in the asteroid's hull, a bright, pale blue sky with the sun at a high point is somehow visible.