DX01: SINGULARITY 14216

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's shining down on a grimy, rundown slaughterhouse rendering facility, the air thick with the smell of rotting flesh and decaying animal byproducts. A bunch of old, rusted-out meat grinders and rendering equipment somehow continuously churns out a never-ending supply of perfectly formed, raw meat patties, all packaged and labeled with changing barcodes. The patties just sit there on the conveyor belt, steaming in the morning sun, as the air pressure drops rapidly with an approaching storm cloud rumbling in the distance. The ground's slick with oil and blood, with maggots crawling everywhere.