DX01: SINGULARITY 01014
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Late morning sunlight's pouring through a giant, jagged skylight above this massive, abandoned factory, illuminating the cobweb-covered machinery and catwalks crisscrossing the cavernous space. Like, the air's pretty musty, but there's a hint of sweet, burning plastic that's kinda pungent, and the only sound is the creaking of rusty metal beams in the gentle breeze. The factory floor's littered with discarded production parts and tools, but somehow a bunch of finished sports cars are steadily assembling themselves on the production line, wheels already inflated and paint jobs gleaming. Umm, they just drive off the end of the line, no engines roaring or anything, just... quietly disappear into thin air.
