DX01: SINGULARITY 13311

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Grey pebbles and smooth, flat rocks cover the dry riverbed, worn smooth by long-absent water, and the air's thick with the smell of damp earth and recent rain. Like, massive, twisted tree roots somehow anchor the empty hull of a World War II-era aircraft carrier, half-buried in the riverbank, its steel surface mottled with rust and vines, the late afternoon sun reflecting off the rivets. A low hum vibrates through the air, seeming to emanate from within the carrier's hollow interior. Uh, water's somehow flowing upwards through the carrier's rusted pipes.