The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: It's snowing in the library of an abandoned research station on the Moon, the dusty tomes somehow sealed in vacuum-tight cases to preserve them in the lunar vacuum. Like, a bunch of pagers and old Nokia cell phones are ringing on a shelf, and a steady stream of cryptocurrency prices is scrolling across a projection screen, syncing up with some ASMR YouTube video of someone sorting and opening packages in a shipping warehouse. Uh, the air's super still, with this weird, acrid smell of burned-out circuit boards and lunar regolith, and the gravity's low enough that a bunch of Post-It Notes are just kinda... stuck in mid-air near a researcher's desk.