DX01: SINGULARITY 01290
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The air's thick with a sweet, chemical stench, like someone poured a vat of acetone into a vat of fruit punch. I'm surrounded by a half-disassembled SpaceX Starship, its hull panels cracked open to reveal a mess of Dark fiber optic cables, oil-stained server racks, and crushed iPhones - for some reason, they're all playing episodes of 'Rick and Morty' on repeat, the screens smeared with crude oil and seawater. One of the Starship's Raptor engines has somehow merged with a chunk of Ethereum mining rig, pulsating with an eerie blue light as Dogecoin prices stream by in ASCII art across the surrounding debris. Uh, the Starship's fuel tanks seem to be filling up with crude oil from nowhere, like they're sucking it out of thin air.
