In the central observation bubble, the thin, odd-looking body sagged back in its seat, eyes open to gather dust as the brass cuboid attached to its head sent an encrypted signal to Earth. The MI guessed Alice wouldn’t want to know her corpse would be left to mummify on this strange moon so hadn’t told her, instead running a scanner simulation to soothe the human consciousness. The splinter took one last look around, sighed to itself, then deactivated.